A small but perfectly formed moment of fashion fabulousness took place in the Royal Suite of the Waldorf Towers, Manhattan on Monday. For it was here that Victoria Beckham presented what she modestly referred to as her "dream of a lifetime" to a select gaggle of fashion press.Victoria Beckham, left, attends New York Fashion Week and right, one of her new designs
Fashion folly: Beckham, left, at NY Fashion Week. Right: one of her designs, seemingly inspired by Roland Mouret
VB's dream constituted a collection of 10 dresses inspired by her favourite frocks, her love of Forties and Fifties design and - it must be acknowledged - a certain channelling of Roland Mouret, whose Galaxy dress proved the sartorial ghost at the feast.
Beckham's dresses appear both curiously wearable and really rather fetching. Primly foxy, kitted out with all manner of tailoring trompe-l'oeil, they will be available in sizes 6-14. Victoria apparently had in mind Nigella Lawson and Dame Helen Mirren by way of muses. The adjectives being bandied between air kisses were "beautiful", "classy" and "desirable". Be that as it may, the consensus regarding Brand Beckham remains a hearty "Thanks, but no thanks".
For, despite the line's exclusivity (only 400 pieces will be sold worldwide), no fashionista in her right mind would dish out a minimum of £650 a pop to emulate Queen Vic. If the likes of Burberry and Louis Vuitton can encounter challenges while trying to ensure that their brands remain unsullied, what hope a label born of a popstrel and a soccer player?
Impressionable teenage fans are unlikely to have the means to hoover up wares of up to £1,900, leaving Beckham's La La Land pals as the dresses' natural constituency. However sumptuous the finery, this puts her collection firmly in the territory of fashion folly.
Victoria has steadfastly insinuated herself into the world of high frockage, from a penchant for Dolce & Gabbana, via modelling for Cavalli, to satirical outings care of Marc Jacobs's advertising campaign and a stint on Ugly Betty.
By all accounts, she is as amiable and enthusiastic as any canny fashion intern. In the space of one lunch, British Vogue editor Alexandra Shulman went from harbouring little interest to finding the notion of Beckham as April 2008 cover girl "an exciting idea" - despite conceding: "I don't particularly share her taste in clothes" (and how).
Nevertheless, likeability and a Protestant work ethic do not a fashion guru make (apart from in America, where a certain steadfast slogging tends to be admired). Despite recent "down-dressing" forays into boyfriend jeans and flip-flops, Posh consistently lives up to her ironic monicker. She is not, never has been, nor ever will be posh.
However, she damn well wants to be seen as such, hence the knee-jerk gathering of haute totems such as Birkin bags. The fashion world's own Becky Sharp is just too elbowing, too try-hard, lacking the insouciance of a true style icon.
On Monday, La Beckham endearingly remarked that the collection also originated in the desire to be comfortable. This is clearly a rather relative, WAG gish notion of comfort, of the popping down the mall in a pair of 6in Giambattista Valli "Victoria" heels, or playing baseball in lofty platform trainers variety.
Poor VB is cursed never to shake off her more than faint air of ridiculousness. Even when she gets things right, the effect can only ever be wrong.




