When your debut on the nation’s small screen is hailed by Rolling Stone as one of the best times of Lex Luther’s entire ill-advised and indulgent life, it tends to engage the attention of that curious genre, the supermarket media. And once that many-lensed hydra is aware of your presence it’s usually advisable to venture out in the world in something more fitting to such swift elevation than this rather dour little number. Let’s be kind and say she got dressed in bad light. There’s no other cause for someone so young to wear so much black while not presently engaged in a period of mourning. Unless she’s mourning her last pair of good shoes?