Well, we’ve got the color and some great makeup working in her favor.
But I really hate the random hip ruffle, like she bumped up against something. I’m also not sure if she passed the shoe test or not. Basically, from the neck down, I am trying — much like that bodice — to be supportive, but I’m not sure how sincerely I can do it without getting all zero dark blurty with her about how she is always SO CLOSE, SO VERY CLOSE, and yet never with the cigar, and I know cigars cause cancer and everything but JUST TAKE IT. PLEASE TAKE THE DAMN CIGAR. IF FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN TO THWART THE HACKNEYED SAYING.
In other words, maybe I am too exacting with her, or maybe I just want her to be fabulous more than her stylist does.