God, so tired of these Birkin girls. Someone once remarked at a party that they're like Kate Moss in that they're so much revered for their style and I nearly choked on my Prosecco with indignation.
Anyway, my expectations for any of Charlotte's covers are generally low, so the awfulness of this cover isn't exactly shocking. I'm more concerned that I still can't define what this magazine stands for...visually.