Just supposing you’ve got a hot body and molten ambition in the marital
stakes, there really couldn’t be a better label for you than Gucci. No
fallen oligarch is ever going to look at a woman wearing one of Frida
Giannini’s cloud-grey crocodile jackets and skintight, stretchy jodpur meets
fencing trousers (feggings?) and think: “Hmm, now I’ve lost 850 million,
this girl might just be the low-maintenance, cheaper-to-run version of the
wife I currently I have.” Should there be any remaining ambiguity, you could
make things categorically clear by adding one of those classic Gucci
bamboo-handled bags to the mix — but upsized and in matching cloud-grey
alligator or croc.
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