
Oh my god, this entire event was people wearing misguided Dior. Even Dior, by the way, showed this with a coat. Take a nice long think about that.

This entire thing is basically like BEHOLD MY SPANX!!!! I'd rather not, thanks. I cannot, in fact, think of a single living human who has hoisted up her Spanx and then looked down at herself and thought, "gosh, I wish I could just go out like this. If only I had an incredibly sheer Jane Austenian frock to toss on over this."

Comparatively, this feels nearly relaxing.

And this feels flat-out great. At least we're ending on a high note?
