I've the overseas buzz at Grazia to thank for this early-morning tidbit of news -- Georgia Jagger, one of the more overlooked of Mick's offspring (I always thought she was Jade after a good night's rest) has just signed on to be the newest ingenue sporting the disappointingly wearable current fares of Versace. (This follows on the release of Jagger's campaign for Rimmel.) Not that Versace needs a new face aside from matron Donatella's unique mug, burned into our retinas after a recent string of unintelligible interviews, but nonetheless the 17-year-old will play dress up for Mario Testino and grace the stack of opening ads in our Vogues and Ws and Elles, her barely post-pubescent face sporting makeup her mother, model Jerry Hall, barely wore even in the 70s. A weird fit that really causes us to ask -- how does Versace choose their spokespeople?

For a brand founded on clothing that was nothing if not overtly sexy, the Italian house's more recent celebrity choices have been kind of odd. Madonna, I can see. Who wouldn't want Madonna in their ads? Even Demi Moore. Before the whole cougar thing set in, she was a bona fide sex symbol with one terrific stylist. She still is. But then Christina Aguliera? I mean, she was teen beat. How does a genie in a bottle who made regular TRL appearances fit into slinky, sexy 'sace? I suppose being a size zero fits you into anything, but at least it spawned a dead-on SNL spoof. Then there was Patrick Dempsey, a.k.a. McDreamy, a.k.a. the dork in Can't Buy Me Love, a.k.a. one soft pussy of a man. I hardly see the sensitive likes of a gent who cries once a week on TV sporting a fall/winter look 40s shiny suit. And now a girl who can't even (legally) drink pinot noir to spill on her dress some debaucherous night. I'm all for bringing back the skinny models with big hair -- as with all things creative, stick with what you know.