So here's the thing about me and Victoria B.
... I think to me ...she is like Alexander McQueen's (RIP etc etc) ....
... (Ouch. That looks uncomfortable.) ...
But to return to my thought about Mrs B and A McQueen's Alien Shoes...
When you first see them you think. "Whoa. That's a bit very bloody odd."
Then, after massive and repeated exposure, you think. Aw. They're kind of pretty.
Like ... I'd like one of those to place on my mantlepiece. Like that.
Or maybe it’s just me.
The real story of this post is that Mrs B appeared on two covers of Madame Figaro this week, looking her usual, trademarked, cheeerless self.
Wouldn’t have her any other way.
Via Sassi Sam