This outfit confuses me.
It’s December in London. Obviously it’s cold enough for her to wear a bearskin rug as a coat — seriously, the last time I saw that, I think Blake Carrington was stroking Krystle’s cheek through a lens of Vaseline, before they made elderly love on it in front of a fire — and yet instead of wrapping herself in it, she’s sauntering along, letting it flap around, while she wears a summer dress underneath with no tights. I feel like the outfit ITSELF, sans coat, is probably fine. But it looks so absurd in this context that I just want to send her some jeans and a sweater with a note that says, “Try this. No, really. They don’t bite.”
[Photo: Pacific Coast News]