Vivienne Westwood, You Are My Everything

Screw boring old Biba, Vivienne Westwood IS British Fashion. Rock stars dress like rock stars because in 1971 Viv Westwood safety-pinned Sid Vicious and called it a day, so it is this humble blogger’s opinion that Dame V can wear whatever she damn well feels like wearing, and if that means the scalped remains of Nicole Kidman’s human form, a LBD she literally tore off Posh Spice in the fifth floor bathroom of Harvey Nicks and my meemaw’s rolled-up tablecloth as a cardi, then I say Let It Rock.

God Save This Queen!

2 Responses to “Vivienne Westwood, You Are My Everything”

  1. Eilish November 29, 2007 at 3:10 am #

    LOVE IT!

    Luvitluvitluvit!

    Viv, you rock!

    Plumcake, so do you!

  2. caitlin November 29, 2007 at 3:33 pm #

    No, no, no, NO! Even if she is Vivienne Westwood. She looks like death warmed over and frozen again.