You know, if it was even just a plain old jumpsuit, it might be okay. If it were a maxi dress, I might even like it. But as usual, the designer clearly only had a budget for 20 percent as much lining as was warranted.
None of this is finished. Right? This has to be student work that somebody started the day before the deadline and crunched on after ten Red Bulls. It's a dropcloth and a doily with some vague sewing.
If you're going to alert the paparazzi to your itinerary so they can meet you at the top of the airport escalator, plan to wear pants that aren't dissolving themselves with their own threadbare tears.
All right, but I love that jacket. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, as they say.