So here's the thing: It's a little hard for me to be objective about Kerry Washington, because in the last year or two her face has been doing that off-putting tight-lipped Nelly Furtado thing where she always looks like she's smiling through root-canal pain, or as though she just realized she accidentally put on her Bog Of Eternal Stench-scented deodorant today. Ergo, I can't promise my opinion about Kerry-adjacent things, like her clothes, is going to be unbiased. But I am pretty sure I have a legitimate, non-stinkface-related cause for concern here.
Separately, these pieces might be lovely -- the skirt and shoes in particular seem kind of girly and romantic. But I don't think the two halves belong as a whole. The top is a gentle lemon sorbet, and the bottom is ice cream from a tub where you've been using the same scoop to dig into bins of five different flavors and so there's bits of them all contaminating each other's containers and melding together into a muddy Pistachio Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla Peach Melba Swirl flavor. You wouldn't put that accidental sundae in a dish and serve it as dessert, unless it was called Queasy Like Sundae Morning and came with a complimentary bucket.
Separately, these pieces might be lovely -- the skirt and shoes in particular seem kind of girly and romantic. But I don't think the two halves belong as a whole. The top is a gentle lemon sorbet, and the bottom is ice cream from a tub where you've been using the same scoop to dig into bins of five different flavors and so there's bits of them all contaminating each other's containers and melding together into a muddy Pistachio Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla Peach Melba Swirl flavor. You wouldn't put that accidental sundae in a dish and serve it as dessert, unless it was called Queasy Like Sundae Morning and came with a complimentary bucket.
