For context, Patricia Arquette is at a Pucci fashion show, where obviously people are more likely to come decked out in the designer head-to-toe. But the fact remains that Pucci is a LOT for any one person to pull off — and yes, I do feel like this pattern has yielded something like an eyeball on the right side of the pic, and I don’t care for it watching me — and this is some committed, high-level quirk. She looks like she auditioned for Joanne Carson in Feud: Capote vs. the Swans, didn’t get the part, and is SO annoyed that she didn’t get to film in a midcentury Palm Springs spread that she decided to live Method for a while and pretend it all worked out. I imagine her renting a place and padding around sipping a Harvey Wallbanger or something, before picking up the phone and nattering at the dial tone for a while like it’s a person, before wailing, “TRUMANNNN,” into the night sky.
