Milan, Paris, New York, TK Maxx. Well, London - but Shitting Nora - us English have got a bit of a way to go before we cab strut our stuff with the likes of *insert fashionable people not from England here*.
I would have named some achingly stylish people - but frankly, I'm English too. The nearest I get to fashion is casually flinging my Head bag over my shoulder and waggling my Pepe keyring in some chick's face.
That look in her eyes? No reader, that's not fear - it's lust. Lust as hot as molten lava.
Some more travesties after the jump...
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Here's Fearne Cotton dressed as a 12-year-old Parisian prositute.
It's a good look!
"Douze Francs pour the BLeu job monsieur!"
Or something.
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Did you know that Duncan James has his own personal tailor who's sole job is to cut out the first three buttons on all his shirts?
Neither did we, but apparently its true.
Anyway, here's pops opposite to MENSA with someone who looks like Olivia Newton John.
You just KNOW he put 2 goody bags inside a third on the way out.
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Here's Alex Zane.
Zane probably derives itself from the word 'Zany'.
That's the only possible reason for this Doherty/Chaplin get up.
Alex, the only people who can get away with a trilby are Aswad. Fact.
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The tag on the photo says this is Lisa B.
I thought Lisa B was Prince's ace drummer, but this impostor looks more like Prince's pet guppy.
Can you guess what the B stands for? Well Holy Moly tried to reach her people for an answer, but all we got was an answerphone message with an old woman whispering "help me - call the police".
So in absence of an official statement, we're going with either Botox or Bollocks or Bruises From Surgery.
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Razorlight unveil their dramatic new look.
BE GONE WHITE DENIM! NEVER DARKEN OUR DOORS AGAIN - THEY MADE IS LOOK LIKE TERENCE TRENT D'ARBY!
Me laddo from razorlight has swapped from cocaine Persil White to dreary grey jeans. And looking at the Tshirt, you just know the drummer has grabbed him by the collar looking for those royaltires from 'America'.
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So there we have it.
I'm a natural.