Victoria Beckham does her very best Carmen Sandiego impression, leaving the Broadway show Jersey Boys, which she saw this weekend with her hubby and sons.

Here’s Posh with her adorable kiddo, Romeo Beckham, wandering through The Grove in LA.

Romeo is wearing: a Santa Claus hat, a San Diego Zoo Jr. zoo-keeper uniform, and aviators. Are those actual Ray-Bans? I don’t think so, but I can’t be certain.

How. Freakin. Adorable?

I like that Victoria’s willing to let her kiddo wear whatever he wants to, even if it involves the HUGE fashion faux pas of mixing Santa with khaki.

Here’s David and Victoria Beckham launching their new signature Beckham fragrance in NYC.

I cannot for the life of me figure out what’s going on with the bottom half of Victoria’s body. Are those boots? Do they go all the way up her legs? What’s holding them up in the back? They appear to be floating above the ground. How did she get them on? It’s like looking at an M.C. Escher sketch. It’s just blowing my mind.

I won’t even get into what David’s wearing. Suffice it to say that — much like anything David wears — it would look much better in a pile on the carpet. Of my bedroom. Actually that’s not true. With this particular outfit, I would probably have to move the pile into the closet and shut the door before I could have sex with him. Because every time I caught a glimpse of that thing from the corner of my eye we’d just have to start all over.

Apparently all the buzz at New York Fashion Week is about Victoria Beckham’s Pret a Porter dress collection.

Says the Style.com review:

Every one of them could’ve been pulled from Beckham’s own closet. The silhouette is beyond body-conscious, ultra-fitted from shoulder line to below the knee, with special seams along the derriere and torso to ensure against flat rear ends and busts, respectively. And each comes with woman-friendly details like a rose-gold back zipper (”so you don’t have to dive into it and mess your hair and makeup”) and a removable grosgrain ribbon lining the waist (”for posture”). If the collection owes a debt to anyone, it’s Roland Mouret, whose Galaxy dress gave curves to even the most skeletal of celebrities, or maybe Dolce & Gabbana. But Beckham denies the inspiration. “This has been a lifetime in the making,” she said, adding that she’s been wearing the best designers in the world for about as long. And she’s not interested in making an It dress. “I don’t want to make dresses that will date. I’ve always been about clever buying.” The dresses will range from $1,500 to $3,600.

Um, since I don’t have anything remotely close to $1500 to spend on a freakin’ dress, I’m just going to sit here and obsess over how the ultra-thin blonde model they’ve used here has one of those little bellies like I have, and they’re not airbrushing it out. That makes me really happy. See, I’m just like her! No matter how thin I get — and I am NOT as thin as this model — I still have my little Buddha belly. Just like the gorgeous model for Victoria Beckham’s line of ridiculously upscale dresses!

Buddha belly power!!!!

At the Marc Jacobs show.

It looks like friendship does, in fact, occasionally end.

Spice Girl Mel B tells British magazine Closer that she is “not in touch much” with Victoria Beckham, even though the two of them live just a few miles apart in LA.

“Victoria and I are very different,” she explains. “People bracket us together because we live in the same city and we’re both interested in fashion. Victoria’s fashion line has been very successful and hopefully mine will be too. But that’s where the similarities begin and end.”

So, rest assured, gentlemen, if you wanna be Melanie Brown’s lover, you don’t have to get with Victoria Beckham.

That actually makes me want to take a quick poll.

Who would you rather get with? Mel B or Victoria Beckham?

At an event to promote her new fragrance in the UK.

Posh was spotted wearing baggy jeans and flip-flops at Disneyland.

This apparently warrants an entire article in The Daily Mail.

I actually like this look on Posh. I think she’s adorable. And she’s walking around freakin’ Disneyland with her kids. She doesn’t have to wear a mini-skirt and six-inch heels, for chrissake.