I MEAN. She is the tallest drink of Perrier, non? It is a wee crazy that I can't see any feet -- who were those pants tailored for, exactly? Noted fashionista Amare Stoudamire? -- but somehow on SWINTON it doesn't stress me out as it normally would. She exudes a calming aura that says, "My feet might've been chewed off by roving bagpipers lost in the wilds of my motherland, but everything is going to be FINE. Ron Swanson will whittle me two new peg legs and I'll be right as rain." She might be my Rapture.