At first, I debated whether I minded the vest layered over the dress.
I mean… it’s a look, as they say. The dress itself is pretty plain; maybe Liv was just trying to spice it up a little bit, or detract from the wrinkles, or be free to eat some passed hors d’oeuvres with maximum abdominal comfort. But it nagged at me — it all still seemed sort of shapeless and bland, even for a dress that was trying to give itself a menswear contact high. And then: