It's somewhat ironic that this girl's fuzzy yarmulke-gone-wrong is crusading for peace, given that it and the rest of her outfit are stirring great unrest within me.
The outfit might have been yanked straight from Cher Horowitz's wardrobe, with one key difference: Nobody in Clueless would have been caught dead in knee-length tights and storm-trooper boots, much less the beribboned sweatbands she is using to keep her wrists warm. The whole thing is very Lolita of the Valley, suitable for that heady combination of shopping, sinning, and Tae-Bo that we all strive to include in our lives.
