You know what, I really wanted to hate this. It has this over-the-top yet slightly serene feel to it. Natasha Poly is always stunning and rarely has a foul play in my book, even if she had to have that Givenchy hair captured again, this time on Vogue Paris‘s cover. So what if she appears to be the lovechild of Cher and Riccardo Tisci, the one they call “Indian Squaw”, etc.? I would have been loads happier if Sasha P finally landed her Vogue Paris cover she most certainly deserves over Poly’s 7th. At least Sasha is brilliant inside the pages, but more on her editorials later today.