Let’s start with the hair: I WOULD be really over ombre hair, if — to borrow from Ross Gellar — I had ever been under it in the first place. I gather it’s supposed to look naturally sun-kissed, but to me it just looks fried.
Also, girlfriend may need to reconsider bangs. They will not cooperate for her. Right now they’ve sculpted themselves into a tiny pair of pants.
As for the dress, it’s definitely trippy. What I can’t decide is if it’s in a fun way, or in a truly freaky way — the kind that might end up part of a Guillermo Del Toro/Evil Dead II hybrid nightmare, wherein a lady’s pelvic frock eyes start blinking messages to me in Morse code and they translate as, “Diet Coke is PEOPLE.”