I get that the High-Waisted Jeans Tucked Into Boots is supposed to make you look, you know, leggy:
And I guess it does. You know, technically. But in this particular instance, the overall effect is less, "oooh, leggy!" and more, "plucky lass disguising herself as a boy to get a job as a groom at a poncy English countryhouse, both because she loves horses, and because she loves the young lord of the manor, all of which leads to romantic hijinks when said lord begins to question his feelings for the feminine-seeming but ostensibly male young groom, and the plucky lass must decide whether to keep up the gender-bending facade or admit to everyone that she's been lying to them all along, circa 1987."
Which is fine, I guess, but it's awfully specific.
Fugomatic for the People
Oh, MICHAEL STIPE.
I know you're all quirky and arty and stuff, but COME ON.
It's like a child's half-assed George Washington costume from the waist down, and, like, Baked Communications Professor on Graduation Day from the waist to the neck, and then, god, I don't even know, like, MY GRANDPA from the neck up.
So unless Michael Stipe woke up one morning and said, "today, I am going out dressed as Jessica's grandfather, if he were an academic obsessed with crossing the Delaware," then this is a MISSTEP.