Moss vs. Posh

This week sees the New York fashion Week launch of Victoria Beckhams latest couture collection which will undoubtedly be publicised globally; not because of its extraordinary originality but because of who she is. Posh’s frocks are affordable by the few and will therefore sell minimally, whereas Moss’s togs are worn by one and all at affordable prices, the collections are diverse and quirky. Everyone wanting to buy into her style.

Our two biggest style icons; they could not be more different, Posh the mistress of self promotion will be all over the glossies and tabloids pontificating, preening and posing, she will walk the walk (bunions permitting) and attempt to talk the talk trying to disguise her estuary vowels, she would be better advised to just shut up and show her frocks, we rarely hear the likes of Jil Sander banging on about her collection, the garments speak for themselves, but no, Posh wont be able to help herself in her vain attempt to be taken seriously, she luckily has her husband to bankroll her, unlike all the hugely talented young fashion designers who graduate every year and struggle to get any recognition despite their innate originality, training and sense of style.

Kate also fell into this role, similarly uneducated in the art of pattern cutting, textiles and costume history but she has an instinctive feel for style, she grabs the Zeitgeist before it hits the High Street and runs with her instincts, she is honest about her role as a collaborative designer to the Svenghali like “Uncle Phil”, similarly minted enough to bankrole her fantasies, he is also a business man with a strong commercial ethos and no fool. Her collections are based on an eclectic mix of vintage and vamp, punk to pop; some sell out and some stick but is she bothered? She’s already moved onto the next season, and, as anyone who has ever worked in the rag trade knows, we are already indifferent to current stock, we are anticipating S/S ‘11.

Fashion moves fast nowadays, technology allows catwalk to cut-price to happen virtually overnight, the success of ASOS is a testament to this. It’s not difficult to rustle up a couple of designs for Oscar Frocks with the click of a mouse and basic working knowledge of Photoshop, not that I imagine either Posh or Moss have these skills, but I am sure their people have. Their “Macs” come from Burberry………

When the Adams family venture out en-masse it is regimentally organised to the Nth degree, I know from first hand experience, their demands are not excessive but control is tantamount. The Paps are primed and every outing is a photo opportunity, the boys are small accessories by her side, the perfect family package, Photoshopped to perfection prior to publication. She has never seemed a popular girl, from her early days in the Spice Girls she was allegedly told not to smile, it was not an expression that suited her face, instead the pout became her forte and this has probably perpetuated the gawky image, whereas Kate cannot take a bad photo, even papped at an unearthly hour post clubbing and decidedly worse for wear she still has that ability to seduce the camera without even trying. Cocaine Kate can smile, scowl or ignore but she never looks bad. Decadence and debauchery suit her, the original “Heroin Chick” knows when to shut up, her flat Croydon vowels do not broadcast well either and the rare times we hear her it could dispel the myth. A few words in the Rimmel advert to epitomise the “London Look” could have blown her cover but she knows her literary limitations, she doesn’t interview well so she keeps her council. She is a popular, demonstrative and a loyal friend to a group of feisty females and there is no such thing as bad publicity for Kate. She seems a very caring mother and never prostitutes her daughter for her own ends.

Posh with her small housing estate’s worth of Birkin bags and Louboutins, earnestly needs these props to validate her WAG position, even when she “does casual”, it is orchestrated to the last eyelash and God forbid she should totter off her heels or lick her lip-gloss off, that is the behaviour of commoners, mere mortals and unthinkable. Moss on the other hand didn’t bat an eyelid when she tore her vintage Dior ball gown, she didn't let the rip spoil her fun. Instead, she simply rolled up the hem, disguised the hole as best she could and partied on till the early hours, Now that is the epitome of style, money can’t buy it, Posh puts clothes on and walks about in them, Moss wears them, there is a huge difference and if you don’t get it then sorry but you just haven’t got it either…………..