Oh Kylie off-of Kylie. Oh dear off-of you look like shite. We know they like the shinier end of the colour spectrum over Dubai way but really, this strange hybrid of this year’s trousers-in-boots thing crossed with bondage-lite crossed with Nana’s doily crossed with a face full of botox is what is known in the business of show as a) :-( and b) hardly in deference to local sartorial leanings.
The Daily Mail called it, ‘show stopping’.
Jean Paul Gaultier called it one of his. We call it not one of his best, and we do j’adore anything JPG-related. Now downgraded to most things JPG-related.
Oh but before the Kylie fascists let out something moist, she really was worth every penny of the £555.55 per SECOND she was paid to writhe around for 45 minutes whilst her backing singers and a tape did most of the work.
Besides, anyone who’s anyone knows it’s all about Dannii.
Besides x2: You can’t buy taste.
Besides x3: How hot did Yasmin le Bon look at the said same Dubai thing? This hot…