The 40-year-old actress clearly had a few drams of vodka before she stepped out of her hotel to set the internal thermostat to ‘painless’ because I would not be able to walk around the British capital dressed like that in July without my skin breaking out into goose pimples, the tip of my nose turning blue and my teeth chattering like Demi Moore’s after a night at the Chateau Marmont.
The actress was, in fact, wearing a Stella McCartney creation, who as I mentioned yesterday seems to be fixated on all things sporty and lycra following her foray into mens’ budgie smugglers design this summer.
The problem with Stella’s designs is that they don’t translate to the real world. Diaz is a tall, slim, former model who works out regularly and if it makes her look like she’s had a hefty dose of McCartney hot air blown up her backside at certain angles then anyone else would look like the sugarplum fairy.
Which makes me wonder: If it wasn’t for her loyal army of A-list friends to give her clothes this level of publicity, would Stella ever sell anything at all these days?