At first I thought maybe I wouldn't like this, and was all set to make jokes about not to trust the bee in Apartment 23 because it will explode on your shoulders, HAR HAR... but I actually might LOVE this. It's cool -- a very fetching and striking and funky take on see-through bits, as if said a bee exploded on her in only the most loving way. Wait, that sounded nonsensical. And a wee pervy. Sorry.

I LOVE this coat. It might be a coat-dress, or a coat she's just belted into a dress, OR a coat she's just belted for kicks. Whatever it is, it will star in my dreams.

Strangely, I think this has to be the same coat, just... lit differently, like an example of how the strong professional camera flashes can monkey with something's color. Or, maybe she's just a lucky, lucky girl and owns this in two different shades. I will take both.
I really like the idea of this dress, but I wish it were designed some other way than over a tank slip. I don't know what that way IS, but I'm just sick of all this sheerness by now and want it to stop. It's very handy if you're crossing the street at night and want to be a very reflective pedestrian, but otherwise... I mean, the sleeves could stay sheer, the shirt could be backed properly, and the skirt could be properly lined, and I think it would look cute. But I will ALSO note that this is not the most offensive of this sort of style, so I guess on the rage-meter we're not even at a half-furrow.

Everyone looks fetching here. The alchemy that The Beek has performed on himself over the years is astounding. Was ANYONE Team Dawson? Was HE even Team Dawson? And now look at him. Well played, sir. It's a testament to the power of self-parody and a sense of humor -- a lesson that would be well-taken by a lot of people in Hollywood, actually.