Posh Beckham took her 2-month-old daughter Harpy Siete to the Prada store in Manhattan earlier this week and said it was like bringing Jesus to the front gates of heaven. Harper Seven wasn’t born on July 10, 2011, her real born day is the day she was carried into her mint green homeland and drooled over fancy dresses, literally, since that’s what babies do, drool, on things. Posh had this to say to the Daily Mail about how Harper was baptized by the Prada store:
“We went in to Prada yesterday and she loved it. It was if she was saying, “Mummy I’m home!”
Which leads me to these pictures of Posh with Harpy at the Marc Jacobs store in SoHo yesterday. Either Harpy is already a true snob who only cares about European fashion designers or she’s basically saying “SoWhatHo” with her face about this shopping shit. I’d bet my Prado (stores in: Chinatown, Tijuana and the trunk of a Hyundai parked outside of a Big Lots in the San Gabriel Valley) key chain that it’s the latter.
I’ve eye rolled with my mouth and that’s exactly what Baby Harpy is doing here. Baby Harpy doesn’t care about Prada, Marc Jacobs, blooming labia wall plaques or custom made dandy KKK hoods (like the one she’s wearing). Harper could give a shit. Actually, I take that back, because I’m pretty sure Harper is giving a shit right into her Zac POOsen diapers.
Here’s more of Posh training for the 2012 Fameholympics in NYC yesterday. The gold in “Carrying Baby In Stilt Heels” is hers to lose!