Oh stop. It's not blasphemy. It's jokes. Because...look at her cute Seargent Pepper jacket! And her leather patch tights! And her boots. I need everything in adult size.
It's H7 in Paris with the family, arriving by Eurostar, in town presumably as David Beckham begins training with the team while Posh tries to get some facetime with Karl Lagerfeld...and Fashion Week? It starts a week today. But what is the protocol. Victoria is a proper designer now before she is a professional shopper. Can she go front row? It's not done, is it? She'll have to creep it from her laptop like us?