Oh, wacky Melissa Leo. Sometimes it’s the little things.
I mean, the blazer and the scarf and maybe even the dress wouldn’t register much on their own. But throw them all together and then add lace leggings (?) and brown brogue-ish booties, and suddenly she’s the lady in your building you hope will never be in the elevator with you when it gets stuck, because she’ll start doing aura readings, sing a rendition or two of “It’s A Hard-Knock Life,” and then tell you in uncomfortably explicit anatomical detail how reading 50 Shades of Grey awakened the erotic spirit animal coiled inside her pelvis.