Zig-a-zig blah

I don't know why I had great style expectations for the Spice Girls' concert last night. I wasn't actually there — so I can only comment on the photos the Globe shot at the show — but judging by this picture, the girls need a stylist who wasn't fired from Cirque du Soleil:

[Gold lame for everyone! And peace on earth! Yay!]

C'mon, Posh! Don't you design clothes? Aren't you an international fashion icon? Can't you help your less fortunate friends?

Some thoughts, from left to right:

Ginger: How did the Ice Capades try-outs go? Don't worry. If you don't make it, you can still be a plastic pop star!

Sporty: My, my, what a nice futuristic zoo keeper outfit you have!

Scary: Three words. O.K., maybe four. Giraffe-print front wedgie. Sporty's going to put you back in your cage.

Baby: Not bad, but that safari beige color really washes you out.

Posh: You know I love you, but you look like a cross between a naughty maid robot and David Bowie.

Stop the presses/blog: I almost forgot. These outfits were designed for them by Roberto Cavalli! Now we know where to place the blame. Maybe this is his idea of a practical joke?

I guess it could be worse. At least the SG's have seemingly cut gratuitous pleather unitards, metal devil horns, and hideous, chunky platform shoes from their wardrobes. Somewhere the synthetic clothing manufacturers of the world are weeping.