Lionel, have these stairs replaced with an escalator by the time I have to walk down them again.

"I trust that I will knock you out with my legs but kill you with my eyes."

Playing innocent after last circulated photo displayed her flicking off someone.

Does this wintry white coat make me look like a supremely bitchy fashion mag editoresse that horrid movies are made about where I scream at lil country bumpkins who dare to try and be my assistants or more like a Disney puppy-killer?

Just before the murder of another paparazzi member, Wintour flashed this signal to her nearby gang, the Voguettes.

Go-Go-Gadget Hip!

In This Photo, All Masonry

@homobot v3.0: Hah! "DEEK!"

"My Assistant Is Wearing A Skinny Tie; These Pavers Are Faded. I Am Not Amused."

Emo Phillips In Drag.

Ahh the "Calvin's Mom" haircut is back.

The Wintour of our discontent needs a new nose job.

Crazy old lady WILL mace you, motherfucker. Freeze!

Is that a match under her foot?

Ted Danson (Partially Obscured), Rhea Perlman Arrive at Cheers Reunion

Anna: Ashley, run and fetch me that fabulous white trench in the fashion closet!

Ashley: Yes, Ms. Wintour, right away.

Anna: There, there. Perfect. Ashley, help me tie this thing would you?

Ashley: Looks great!

Anna: That's all.

Ashley: (mumbling, scurrying to exit) Fucking bitch! Nice white trench and yellow teeth combo... soooo Vogue. Die Bitch.

Anna: What was that, Angie?

Ashley: Nothing, Ms. Wintour. You look fantastic. (shuffling feet). It's Ashley you bob-headed gremlin.

@Rosie4Prez: An absolutely true story - nearly every evening around 6PM - if the Queen has an event obligation.

"SqueaksqueaksqueakSQUEEEEEAK! Hear that? My artificial hip is playing Beethoven's Fifth!"

Anna Wintour Uses The Patented PockeTaser™ To Atone For Her Fashion Sins

In Soviet Russia, Iphone has YOU!

Anna Wintour Smiles for the First Time in 30 Years: Vibrating Blackberry Alleged to be Cause

New Wax Figure at Mme. Tussaud's! Anna Wintour

Anna Wintour Prepares to Shoot Plastic Surgeon That Ruined Her Face

"Ha! I totes just burned you off, Mr. Grape! Now, just 442 more steps to get rid of Mr. Carrot!"

gates of hell re-open; first denizen arrives.

Pete Doherty Breakfasts at Tiffany's In Cognito