And who should we spy in the front row at Gareth Pugh’s Paris Fashion Week show yesterday?
Set your splayed hand to chest and prepare a sissy gasp – it’s frigging CHER.
What a difference a season makes. And what a welcome change it is for the press to be pushing and shoving for this absolute delight of legendary diva-tastic cray-cray, instead of Kristen Stewart in a dirty tee and motorcycle jacket.
Well bravo to Pugh, who not only showed a stunning collection of ghost-nuns, but got the iconic face frozen in time out into the public sphere.
I think this covers my move du jour upon sight of the unstoppable fabulous-ness that is Cher.
More Twit-snapped shots of the great one, and a few stunning looks from the runway.