That overpouting, the overaccessorising, the collection of empty shopping bags "strategically" amassed in the background, hoarded as if it meant anything social status wise, the perpetual AMEX shot everytime he is about to "pay" (did you know that you could ask for another amex for a family member wink wink wink?), et al.
This is tiresome.
He could bloody grow up and get a grip.
Sure enough HRH collection is his equivalent across the pond. I mean, heck, even Charles Gross is funnier than him.
Even his so-called discreet Daddy was boasting his watch in Ralph Lauren (Walf Wauwen as Trashley would say).
I am SO relieved we don't have to cross path because I would die laughing. That being said, I am about to file a complaint to Hermès about him. I do not wish to be filmed by him anytime I go shopping, nor do I wish to be in the same room as this vulgar distasteful ridiculous fake bumpy dwarf.
Dare I say, since he reads here (obvi) : stick to tacky RL and LV, you are their target, and leave honourable houses to honourable people
Is he the next Geordie Shore guy? Or even better, The Valleys, should production move to Purley? I just cannot, for the life of me, believe that this little dude is not a ludicrous travesty.
He is too ridiculous for words.