I guess it’s been warmer than usual in New York City, but it’s still in the 40s and 50s, so sleeveless satin wannabe-overalls cannot help but make me shiver on Jurnee Smollett-Bell’s behalf. Each piece is Versace, shown separately, and with blazers, as part of the Fall 2019 collection. I feel like this could have been cute minus the green race bib and plus a jacket, roughly the way Donatella intended (sans her strange harnesses). The pants are sassy. The lace bodysuit could work and is a nice pop of color. The shoes could be more fun. But the top is a bunchy tragic boob drape. That all said, I’m very much enjoying having a jolt of fresh blood out there making fashion moments happen, even when they’re questionable ones.
Margot, on the same day, in the same weather, went for a very different approach in Proenza Schouler:
She looks like the newest novice at a convent for the Holy Order of Grey Poupon, where asking, “Do you have any?” takes on deep spiritual flavor.
