I could talk about the hats.
I could talk about the religious fetishism.
I could talk about her bored expression or the hideous couch or the fact that backdrop makes even less goddamn sense than normal but every time I look at this picture the only thing I can think about is the sandals.
Those. Motherfucking. Sandals.
In what continent, in what time period, in what warped, hellish universe did someone decide that sandals worn over thick, baggy wool socks was not only an acceptable sartorial choice but they would be A GOOD IDEA IN PORNOGRAPHY.
Jesus fucking christ on toast.