I don’t even understand why Katie would wear something like this out in public, but then I take a step back and realize that duh, I know pretty much nothing about fashion, and probably anything Katie would wear (especially out and about in public) is probably ten times better and more chic than anything I could put together on my best day, but why oh why would she wear the sweater that I hate so much twice in the very same month? And in the very same city? Because it’s something incomprehensible to me, much like the way Courtney Stodden’s continual sole-assault baffles me to no end.
The worst part about the outfit, too, is the fact that it looks completely grandma’d out, and unlike Taylor Swift’s granny-chic fashion sense, this is just … this is straight out the Alfred Dunner outlet store. There’s nothing chic about this and everything grandma. The silk shirt? The pleated high-water pants? The … oh God, the ankle boots? Does it get worse? I don’t know. I guess it might depend all on the underwear. In fact, hey. Yeah, it solely depends on the underwear. We could turn this around yet. See, last time we saw Katie in her underwear, it looked like this:
And that was probably the best look she had all decade. Maybe we should do a little side-by-side comparison, huh? Like, right now?