Don't you just love celebs? Especially when they're being immensely egomaniacal?
Like Posh Spice and Katie Holmes when the two of them were working on a recent Harper's Bazaar cover shoot (Katie as model and Poshy as stylist), and the production crew was told not to look either of them in the eye?
As if anyone would want to look Poshy in the eye and be turned to stone. Or gaze into Katie's vacant orbs and feel oneself being sucked down in the black vortex of her soul.
By the way, am I the only one who thinks it might not be such a great idea to hire Poshy as your stylist?
