Miranda Kerr
The fashion world was abuzz as word spread we were going to see rather buxom models in the Prada show (one of the most influential shows in the entire fashion spectrum) during Milan Fashion Week and really solidify the trend that bums were back, hips were big, curvy bodies were the next big thing.

So the fashion press waited with baited breath to see what dizzying beauties Miuccia Prada had flown in to prove to the world that she was all for promoting voluptuous women.
Who came down the catwalk? Victoria’s Secret models. You know, the ones with the ridiculously tiny thin bodies who also happened to be blessed with a B-cup (‘cause on a superslim body, a B-cup can look quite large. Most models have zero in the breast department.
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In Adelaide today Miranda Kerr was asked what three things she would take to a desert island. She said: “My Kora rosehip oil because it is multipurpose, definitely my boyfriend and maybe my little dog.”

Maybe she means “multipurpose” as in it helps you build a shelter and possibly even a boat. I’m not sure what use Orlando Bloom would be but perhaps you could eat the dog.
Tors would take sunblock, waterproof matches and Bear Grylls. I think my list would be a Swiss Army knife, an iPad - and Miranda Kerr. Anyway, it’s obvious what comes next: what would you bring?
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Daddio D says:
Given the hullaboo about Irish jokes on the Daily Telegraph’s blog – did yez hear about Paddy the Irishman, Paddy the Englishman and Paddy the Scotsman marooned on a desert island? One day they found a genie lamp and in rubbing it clean didn’t the genie appear. “I will grant… Read more »
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Kath says:
Wow Lisa, three cases of Moet before dinner. You go girl!! :-D Read more »
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