Olivia Wilde was walking somewhere the other day and immediately made that moment a huge event, simply by the fact that she was there doing that. As far as I'm concerned, her mere presence at a location instantly bumps that place into legendary circumstances. She could make outhouses into cathedrals, crack houses into palaces. Plus, she's dressed up to look like some kind of 1940s throwback, which is just another reason to love her. If she had done a Lindy Hop there on the sidewalk I'd have probably swooned like a 19th century, corset-bound maiden.
As my grandpapy might have said, "what a gal."