Sofie is one of the best dressed people I know. Last summer I worked in the same factory as her brother. We used to spend our coffee breaks together and look like this. He told me he was concerned about the way Sofie dresses ("Her outfits are SO FUCKING STRANGE."). A couple of hours later we met on the commuter train, him in a grey melange t-shirt and me in what my mother wore during her pregnancy in the 80s. We were both embarrassed.
