Little Shop Of Horrors

‘AFTER weeks, nay years, of selfless dedication, the people from the OK! style police have found the shop that sells Britney Spears her clothes.

Where’s Vanessa Feltz when you need her?

It’s called BCBGMAXAZRIA, a suitably tricky moniker for a store whose products leave so many of us speechless.

OK! has taken a trip to Los Angeles to see Britney as she steps into the boutique to try on some more horrendous fashion.

And as every star knows, if you want to look good get some plain, badly dressed pals to tag along.

So, with a girl in a pink nightdress over a pair of blue jeans to her far right and another chick in a similar creation one step closer, Britney gets in her car and hits the shops.

And the result is in keeping with any motor accident. Britney tries on a ”stunning” black bustier and take advice from her sartorially challenged friends as to how awesome she looks.

Then she’s off to a Santa Monica restaurant for some drinks and a few post-prandial fags.

The wholesome image has long gone, and so are the bodyguards who used to shield prying cameras and eyes from gawping at the WASP pin-up.

Which is a shame because the big guys used to prevent us seeing too much of Britney, like the crack of her arse that peeps over the top of her jeans.

It’s a bad look – but nothing a leopard-print pair of tights and some blue lace won’t cover up. And we know just the place to get some…

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Posted: 18th, August 2003 | In: Reviews Comment | TrackBack | Permalink