Anja is God.
God is a controversial word these days, but for me, I’d be happy to debate the sheet hot-ness of Anja Rubik, not least when she’s styled in monochrome garconne feminine ruggedness (note my controversial use of garconne, meaning boy, and feminine in the same sentence. I’m toeing the line right now). But really, there is no arguement here – the jury is in complete agreement. Ladies and gents, no one does it better than Anja. What say you?