And so, the Victoria Beckham for Marc Jacobs madness continues.
Not pretty, not cute, just shite.
Anyone else getting put off this label by this unending shilling of terribly lit stark-as-all-get-out”art”?
Without question, this is the absolute worst thing we have ever seen or heard or thought about in our entire lives.
The goal is to have this song (link below) released in time for Euro 2008. Because England being out of the tourny obviously isn’t enough to hurt our feelings.
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via The Spoiler
They’re out and they’re proud and they’re scaring us.
It’s not just Coleen McLoughlin who has been afflicted with the dreaded long-ass trouser leg disease.
It’s spreading in the community, Kickettes.
Cheryl Cole stepped out for lunch today (still sans wedding ring), looking her usual cute self – but with trouser legs that are collecting a wide variety of ants and London street disease in their seams.
Another recent victim? None other than Victoria Beckham.
No one is safe. Consider yourselves warned; have your tailor/seamstress on speed dial.
Random semi-related but v amusing: Ashley Cole has been voted the worst husband by readers of Eve magazine. This take on this situ will set your Friday off right:
“And now poor, poor Cheryl has decided to stick with this awful man, bearing through with nothing but £90,000 a week and a choice of sixteen bedrooms to weep in. And she still has the guts to go on the cover of magazines and the front pages of newspapers every single day and talk about her misery. How do you do it, Cher? How? F*ck that guy who wrote a book with just his eyelid, you truly deserve the award for most exceptional human being of all time.”