This is why socialite heiresses shouldn’t be permitted to dress themselves.

Ms. Guinness appears to be a hybrid of a rabid, ancient Egyptian and the bride of Frankenstein – neither of which is a flattering look.

The Alexander McQueen armadillos are such a spectacle, they are due more attention instead of being the neutral sidelines they ended up being.  Hell, she even wore nude stockings to even blend them into her legs even more! What a travesty… those heels deserved better than that.

While the 10 inch teeter heels weren’t in the spotlight, she somehow ended up featuring B.O.F. streaks, an elaborate neckpiece, a silver plate waist belt and makeup a self respecting tranny wouldn’t attempt.

There’s so much going on here, I’m getting motion sickness from just looking at this mess.

Today, I will admit I resent the style retarded wenches who are wealthy enough to buy anything, even runway only sample shoes which weren’t for sale.