
We begin with the Haims in head-to-toe Dior. In fact, they are very much in the Blake Lively vein of Great Scott, That's A Lot of Look. This is almost the least of it. I am curious why Middle Haim needs... whatever that is. A fanny pack that's actually up at her ribcage? Who wants to keep their stuff up there? If it's a belt, it's also several degrees of latitude too far to the north. But everyone else looks fairly normal.

Left Haim has the pleasing smugness of one who knows she did NOT get the shit end of the Givenchy stick. That belongs to Right Haim. Yes, Middle's shoes are the same ones (I think?) that Anne Hathaway wore (in a different color), and they were not good. But Right Haim appears to have no ankles and possibly also no shins.

Haim shuffle! Former Left Haim, now Right Haim, still seems a little pleased with herself for getting out of this the LEAST scathed. Ex-Middle Left Haim has two-layered pants. And Once-Right-Now Middle is doing some Little house cosplay.

This is actually from right before NYFW, but I cannot bypass as Haim sighting once I've discovered it. This must be their preferred configuration because it's the most common -- we are back to the original order -- and everyone looks... sort of fine? But also like they are a page from an old Sears catalog. Also, someone needs to tell Middle Haim not to let people shoot up her nostrils. I guess that someone is me.

And here we have the Haims shuffled again, and all caught out, as if they've just had a moment of pause to drink in that they're at a Paco Rabanne show and literally the only thing anyone can name for sure about Paco Rabanne is that it's a drugstore cologne. Left Haim can't even look, she's so horrified; Middle Haim is having a real Come to Jesus with herself about trusting her sisters, and Right Haim is just hoping ONCE AGAIN to slide under the radar.

This is a tired, totally Over It haim of Haims.
