The internet is abuzz with news of a survey by Adams Childrenswear in which Suri Cruise emerges as ‘most fashionable child celebrity’. Apparently, the little picture of loveliness beat off stiff competition from the Beckham brood, Shiloh Jolie-Pitt and Junior Jordan, or whatever surname the clockwork orange glamour model’s sprog goes by these days. Suri’s reaction to this accolade is unknown; aged 3, I doubt she’s yet up to penning a gushing acceptance speech in joined-up writing. With a wardrobe said to be worth in excess of £2 million and Mummy and Daddy’s designer chums reportedly on call to cobble together red carpet couture, will she give two hoots about the endorsement of a Midlands-based kiddies clothiers? While her contemporaries discover Crocs, Suri is already exciting podiatrists by stepping out in heels - not a trend daddy would ever adopt, clearly. With such highly developed fashion antennae, how long before the pint-sized progidy is editing Vogue? Call me squeamish, but isn’t there something deeply creepy about infants as fashion icons? Couldn’t Tomkat have made do with a Barbie?
