There is a weird juxtapositioning of time in this work: the model’s clothing doesn’t really fit the 19th century, but seems to harken back to an earlier romanticised version of the Renaissance or early Baroque, but even then, it’s none of those at all. What the hell, dude? Crazy confusing shit. You haven’t got an actual clue what you’re meant to be looking at because you’re too busy being confused by the wibbly wobbly timey wimey disturbance that is this chick’s clothes.