Fug Madness is obviously of vital national importance, but to be honest… as much as I love feeling my jaw drop in astonishment at her ensembles, I’m glad clearer heads are prevailing in Mel B’s closet. Please note: CLEARER, as in, better than it was. Still not totally defogged, though. Please enjoy her here alongside Tyra, Simon, and Howie. (Heidi, we tackled yesterday — and if you didn’t see it please go there because I chortled at what Jessica wrote.)
