
That smile is the infectious grin that comes with freedom from pantyhose.

Open-toed shoes. Red pedicure. Jimmy Choos. VICTORY IN OUR TIME.

You can't really tell from this shot -- I wanted to get a good one of the front of the frock, and also to give Wills a little love -- but this dress has also got a big old slit up the side. So it's all Covered Up Arms, Sexy Legs, which is exactly the way it's supposed to be. I have to admit, I LOVE this. She is really good in white.

Oh, Kate. I just love you. I can't wait for the Olympics, and your attendant wardrobe. Let's just toss Pippa in the Tower -- my personal theory is that this whole Pippa Parties With Bozos Waving Fake Guns is just the tip of the iceberg that is going to be Pippa's Cries For Attention over the next twenty years. Mark my words: we are going to see an ill-considered marriage from her in three years -- and be all classy and shit together. HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN A MORE ARTFULLY COMPOSED INVITE? You know that you have not.
