At Heathrow, where most passengers look like crumpled blankets, Victoria Beckham arrived looking like a Vogue editorial. Slim black trousers, cashmere wrap, pristine white blouse—and heels, naturally. Who travels in heels? A woman who fears wrinkles more than turbulence.
Security personnel allegedly asked if she was “officially cleared for slaying,” and the duty-free staff gave up trying to sell anything. “Nothing tops what she’s wearing,” one clerk muttered.
With sunglasses that screamed “no autographs,” Victoria breezed through security like the runway was her terminal. She didn’t even flinch when someone spilled coffee. That’s power dressing in motion.
