Can Vicky Beckham look any more impossibly chic? Here she is leaving the Donna Karan store in the Meatpacking District on Saturday, wearing a body-hugging black shift with a plunging V and exposed zipper down the back, a chubby fur bolero, motorcycle gloves, a men's gold watch, huge black glasses, sky high pumps, and a black Birkin. I am drooooling from the pure unadulterated fabulosity of it all.
Miss B recently divulged in the latest Harper’s Bazaar just what it takes to look like this on a daily basis: “It’s funny; I go to the gym now…I run four miles a day…I go into hair and makeup, and I turn into ‘Victoria Beckham.’ I’ll try on all my dresses, and I’ll pick out a handbag, and I’ll put on the shades. I instantly turn into this person, and it sort of feels like a character. And there are so many pictures of it… But it’s a true character because it’s still me.”
As much as I love everything about this look, she lost me with those random hair clips. Just why? But I am willing to overlook this based on overall ferociousness. Love. Source/Source
