Michelle Obama. Style Icon.

What can I say? She’s even got a blog devoted to her sense of remarkable style.

The above picture is from Getty Images and shows Mrs. and Mr. Messiah (sorry, Kev). If you look carefully, you will note that the eyes truly are the window to the soul, and you can see the brimstone simmering away under the surface.

This woman ought to be arrested for crimes against fashion, rather than being lifted up as a fashion plate to aspire to.

Sure, I get around in daggy clothes most of the time, but I’ve got an excuse. I don’t have much of a social life, and I am not one of the pre-eminent women on the planet courtesy of being married to a handbag who happens to have lucked into the Presidency of the USA.

If we check out this lovely (*snicker*) ensemble from different angles, we can see the wonders of photography and why it is rightly considered to be a Fine Art.

On the left, with the soft backlighting softening the lines of her figure, it looks almost decent.

On the right, we change angles just a touch, and the skirt and cardy combo look oh, so bogan.

In the interests of full disclosure, please note that I am not a cardigan fan. I loathe them with a passion and can’t remember the last time I owned one. I would rather my arms froze off.

Of course, I’m a bit inflexible that way. Same with shoes. Michelle appears to prefer flats, which is understandable because she’s rather tall, and with decent heels, she’d tower over Barry.

For my shoes, I’ve got Redback workboots, trainers, a pair of flat sandals, or a pair of these for going out in:

Okay, I can’t help it – I love shoes. I also love decent shoes, and I’d rather go barefoot than wear crap. Michelle’s shoes just don’t do it for me.

Mind you, if someone could scrounge up a photo of her in either New Rocks (think the boots in the Matrix) or something from Shoecraft, I’d have a whole lot more time for her sense of “style” as it stands.

The twin sets are boring, and suggest a bit of time spent at Egglestone Hall instead of summer camp.

The way she walks, like she’s spent the last 8 years playing basketball, suggest she didn’t pass deportment with flying colours.

I just can’t believe she is being touted as some sort of model material.

No, she’s not. She’s a woman in the public eye, and while I suspect she’s the head of the household, she’s still only human and not the vision of grace and loveliness that so many are bleating on about. I’m looking at you, Oprah.

I’ll leave the final word to the Godmother, who took one look at this and said, “Oh my God, she dresses like a primary school teacher from the 80s!”

Well, I guess that’s one way to impress the leaders of the Free* World and their spouses.

*And the Not So Free World.