104 posts tagged "Victoria Beckham"
Emma Watson—teen style maven, wearer of Chanel, witch—has a new favorite designer: William Tempest. The 22-year-old designer worked for Giles Deacon, makes clothes for Madonna, and may or may not have been named by J.K. Rowling.
Victoria Beckham defies the odds and launches a don’t-
compare-it-to-Roland Mouret luxury dress line people are actually buying. Don’t say we didn’t tell you so.
Is London cheap again? It’s too early to call the city a floozy quite yet, but easy-access opportunities are on the rise.
Shopping analysts report that Black Friday spending was good but not good enough, since it’s hard to make a profit when items are on sale for really, really cheap. Go figure.
We don’t usually report on sports news here, but the spectacular stupidity of Giants receiver Plaxico Burress, who shot himself in the leg with an unregistered gun at a club Friday night, was too choice to pass up. Makes all the eating, shopping, and lounging about we did this weekend look downright brilliant.
Despite prior reports to the contrary, Victoria’s Secret supermodel Miranda Kerr and Orlando Bloom are not engaged. Bloom’s film career is in similar shape.
The Beckham-Cruises celebrated Thanksgiving in Manhattan with carriage rides, strolls through Central Park, and insatiable swarms of paparazzi. Ah, family.
Tom Ford makes his directorial debut in as understated a way as is possible for him. By which we mean Colin Firth, Julianne Moore, and some other famous people will be starring in it.
Without Posh to keep him in line, David Beckham turns into an uncontrollable, lustful man with eyes only for hot pants-clad cheerleaders. What a cad.
Agyness Deyn is often heralded as Kate Moss‘ successor to the crown of quintessential British coolness. But New York-based artist Katherine Bernhardt isn’t fully buying that. So in her first U.K. show, at the new 10,000-square-foot Ransom gallery space in London’s Chelsea (kitty-corner from the new Saatchi Gallery), Bernhardt presents seven portraits of artist’s muse Ms. Moss alongside one of puckish, androgynous, punky Deyn, who’s portrayed as both Hermes, the god of trickery, and Caerus, whom the Ancient Greeks considered the personification of luck. In the Deyn, the Mosses, and the 60-odd portraits of Victoria Beckham, Shalom Harlow, Kanye West, M.I.A., and others, Bernhardt has a message to deliver: that star power is rawer, more feral, and more dangerous than it appears in the slickly polished celebrity imagery we see in the supermarket glossies.