Zut alors et sacré bleu! So Carine Roitfeld (the Vogue editor that most enhances the embarrassment of us having Alexandra Shulman as ours) has stepped down from the helm of Vogue Paris. Who thinks this is a fitting tribute?
That's Carine second from left, just in case you didn't instantly recognise her from her trademark belted grey cardigan and baby pink maxi skirt. What, they don't make super-skinny leather trousers and utilitarian silk blouses for finger puppets?
Believe it or not, these aren't actually a Blindcraft Christmas special, but hand crafted by the makers of Rubbish magazine or at the very least, their nan. They've just about managed Katie Grand, but frankly the rest of them could be just about anyone. Poor Anna, why so stumpy?
The Designers collection is fortunately more successful. Alber Elbaz is adorable, The Kaiser is spot on other than the fact that he appears to be smiling, and that two-headed Viktor and Rolf hybrid is actual genius.
Back to Carine. I can't say I'm entirely sad about her departure; she'll have more time on her hands now to be a real mother to me post-adoption. Check her out in her youth - Dov Charney would be foaming at the mouth.
