Source: evilbeetgossip.com

I don’t think I have to reiterate how much I hate Chloe Sevigny’s sense of “style.”
Here’s how I feel about Chloe’s ensemble choices: you know how, when you’re really sad, those “deep” people in your life are all like, “Look, you need to feel sadness every now and then. If you didn’t feel sadness, you’d never appreciate happiness. Sadness is a blessing.” And you want to fucking smack those people across their smug little faces and be like “That is such bullshit. Couldn’t I just feel fine the rest of the time? I’d still appreciate happiness, wouldn’t I? I’d just move seamlessly between the realms of A-OK and fucking elated, and I’d notice the difference, and appreciate it just fine, and I’d never be sad. You didn’t think that far ahead, did you, Buddha? So why don’t you be helpful by packing the bowl and then meditating somewhere far away?”
Okay, I know that didn’t make sense.
But I feel like Chloe sees herself as the anti-fashion. Like, if we didn’t have Chloe to showcase everything that could possibly be awful about fashion, how could we appreciate good fashion?
We’d be just fine, Chloe. Just fine.
Anyway.
Everything about this outfit makes me feel itchy. It hurts me just to look at her.