She's all tousled, streaky blonde hair, tanned protruding clavicle, and smeared-to-perfection black eyeliner. (The brand? Prestige. I bought it on her recommendation. On me it just smears.)
She pairs cheap Forever 21 lace leotards and filthy Topshop ballet flats with Balenciaga totes tagged with graffiti, making the luxury piece I want so badly to own look all kinds of haggard.
But I think that stylish dichotomy is the point.