She’s talking, of course, about the de-WAG-ification of her image as she set about reinventing herself as a serious fashion designer in her post-Posh era (a feat she achieved some time ago now, but that seemed preposterous in 2007). These days, we’re most likely to see Victoria in her own sharp tailoring, or the sort of slinky white dress she wore to the premiere of her Netflix show this week. But longtime observers – and presumably VB herself – will always have a soft spot for her earlier incarnations: the LBD-clad pop star, the matchy-matchy newlywed, the Brit expat who landed at LAX with a suitcase full of Birkin bags and bandage dresses.