So, Sporty Spice was papped at the Olivier Awards in one of Posh's A/W'09 dresses (naughty, naughty, last season but i'll turn a blind eye to that) and completely proved my point that only the stick insect can wear her own designs.
She doesn't look that bad, I hear you cry. But she doesn't look that great either, does she?! It's completely unforgiving and given that Mel C hardly has any extra lumps 'n' bumps, it doesn't bode well that you can see them all here (particularly in the rear view shot).
Mrs Beckham, I hate to say it, looks better in this number:
...but I don't mean that in a good way. Look what you have to be to have one of Posh's frocks flatter you (see artistic labelling). Oh yes and you can't smile either.
I always thought that the sign of a good designer was that he/she understood the female form. Mrs B only understands her own body (and i'm not sure how much she even understands that). We are not all Posh-a-likes - thank god - and clearly the ex-Spice isn't all that when it comes to design.
Mel - ditch Posh's publicity drive and stick to your own guns.
Vic - sort it out!
And the world is restored to order.