Everything started out so well for Courtney here.
Great shoes, flattering little black dress, cool leather coat — there’s nothing remarkable here, for sure (although I wouldn’t mind borrowing the Loubs and the jacket), except that it feels like Courtney Love needs a bigger pat on the back than most of us just for completing average, everyday tasks — like successfully getting dressed in something that isn’t made of crazy and doesn’t look like she got caught in her skivvies chasing the paperboy down the street after he demanded his two-dollar fee in cash and then deliberately hurled the Los Angeles Times through her garage window.
Then the jacket came off:
If she had just averaged out the sleeves on this dress, it might’ve looked better — instead of one long and one absent, it could’ve been two of moderate length. Yeah, the dress has more interest the way it is — but on the other hand, her right arm seems to be mourning the death of the chalk slate and one-room schools, while her left is in some kind of sinew contest with Madonna. I’m not sure those messages needed to be mixed in one outfit.
And then somehow — inexplicably — this outfit turned into, or ceded ground to, this one: