1 week Ago By Daniel Rodgers
It was around 8pm, just as husband David , son Romeo , and billionaire businessman Jorge Mas were releasing banshee-level whoops from the sidelines of last night’s Inter Miami vs LAFC match in Fort Lauderdale, that Victoria Beckham began to dissociate: standing cross-armed in a lace-trimmed Balenciaga top and a coordinating pencil skirt with a happy emptiness behind her eyes. “Still trying to figure out the rules!” she said, sharing the image above to Instagram, while David captioned his own post with, “And they say my wife’s not into football! This is, of course, all part of the nonchalance that collects around VB – the posh one who refuses to smile because it would be doing a disservice to the fashion community – once papped wearing designer stilettos while doing lengths in a swimming pool and an LBD on a jet-ski and sunglasses at [insert any football match circa 2002 here] so large it was impossible for the tabloids to glean any sense of the emotion beneath them. Beckham looks different when playing the WAG in 2025.
The boyish waistcoats, denim hot pants and peep-toe Louboutins are but distant memories, as are the Hervé Léger bandage dresses and Saint Laurent Tributes of the Baden-Baden years. In their place: a wardrobe of all-black, anchored to see-through Alaïa pumps and Balenciaga’s sheath-like pantaboots. The aesthetic might have evolved, but the essence remains the same: physically pitch-side, but spiritually elsewhere.
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