Ok…how can you not LOVE this?
Posh in plastic glory and a killer pants suit with Le Karl himself at Paris Fashion Week trying to out-stoneface each other in a posing frenzy - now THAT’s what I call tacky-ass heaven.
Not surprisingly, Victoria is in town spending more of David’s Galaxy money after checking in for a couple of days in Madrid which makes you wonder – almost an entire month away from home, away from her quivering hunk of a husband and his wandering golden balls… has David been tasting some last minute Spanish temptation before saying goodbye to Real forever?
British gossips are buzzing, nothing concrete yet, but there is ALWAYS the possibility. He’s a horny bugger, you see…and it’s hard to imagine, even if she was staying close, that he hasn’t been jonesing for a fleshier piece of tail.
Will keep you posted.
As for Karl and the bitchbeating fan – seems to have taken a backseat these days to the bitchbeating crocodile glove. Or maybe he only pulls it out for the truly destitute – disgusting slobs who actually eat and can’t fit into a size 0, and since he’s at Fashion Week, there must be precious few of th0se around...because as Gisele would say, only the genetically superior are allowed in, much to Karl’s delight.