Shiloh and Zahara’s everyday style is very very different. One dresses like a chic French woman, kinda like her mum, and the other like a preppy sporty boy, kinda like her dad. This difference in their outward appearance was evident in photos snapped of Brad Pitt taking the kids out in Venice, Italy.

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Shiloh, she wore a pair of lose fitting khakis, a windcheater and a pair of the blue boy-hued Stella McCartney for GapKids sneakers. Zahara opted for chic in her fitted legged black pants, her Alice + Olivia double breasted coat and her pair of metallic gold flats. And the hair, it says it all. Shiloh sports her new short boyish cut while Zahara opted for pigtails.

Are these two just channelling mum and dad? I hope that doesn’t mean Shiloh is going to grow a beard!

Their weapons? Fashion, naturally.

With Suri’s high heel fixation, we knew something of this sort was coming. But really, they couldn’t find some people old enough to make their own fashion choices – heck, old enough to understand why polka dots don’t go with plaid – to pick on?

The bizarro “Who Wore It Best” contest currently up on the magazine’s website pits the celebrity children against one another in a contest over a cardigan. Says the piece: “Li’l fashionistas: Tom Cruise’s daughter traveled in a Juicy Couture Kids cardigan. Ben Affleck gave his girl a lift in Santa Monica. Who Wore It Best? Click on the pic to cast your vote!”

Hmm, where to begin?

Besides the salient point that, I frankly don’t care if two kids show up wearing the same pink and grey sweater (or two adults for that matter), there’s the teeny weeny point that they’re . . . wait for it . . . KIDS! My four-year-old will show up at daycare on any given day looking absolutely fabulous or absolutely horrendous. I dress her for the weather, not for the runway..

She likes mixing the aforementioned plaid and polka dots. She has a hankering for garish feather boas and toile tutus over jeans. She proudly put on her own boots to climb into the truck with my father last Friday – and they were on the wrong feet.

Point being – kids don’t care about fashion. They care about what they like. Which is how it should be.

I don’t have anything against adult fashions – my husband is, putting it mildly, a clotheswhore. But he’s an adult, with the ability to both decide what he likes (even if he gets help from the latest issue of GQ) and the ability to rank it on his list of priorities. Likewise I lust after kids’ fashions – and my daughter has some nice clothes in her closet. But I chose them, and she wears them because they’re there – not because they’re going to make her the talk of the playground.

Even asking “whose parents have the best taste” may have been more tasteful than tearing down a three-year-0ld for how she wore her cardigan. By the way – I’m not the only one disgusted. While Googling around for information on the little girls’ so-called fashion history, I found Shine’s Mira Jacobs is calling this a new low for fashion commentary. It’s nice to know I’m not alone, but what do you think?

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Adam Childrenswear, who carried out the study says, “Suri is almost a celebrity in her own right thanks to her cute looks and her amazing wardrobe.

”She has outfits that rival A-list celebs and this gets her more column inches than many movie stars.”

So who voted in their poll? Only 3000 parents. Suri beat the Beckham boys, Gwen Stefani’s son Kingston, and Madonna’s daughter Lourdes in the poll.

The company’s researchers also discovered that more than a quarter of the parents polled like to dress their children in a similar style to celebrity offspring. Here’s their top 10 most fashionable celebrity kids:

1. Suri Cruise (Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise)

2. Cruz Beckham (Victoria Beckham and David Beckham)

3. Brooklyn Beckham (Victoria Beckham and David Beckham)

4. Lourdes (Madonna)

5. Romeo Beckham (Victoria Beckham and David Beckham)

6. Junior Andre (Katie Price and Peter Andre)

7. Shiloh Jolie-Pitt (Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt)

8. Kingston (Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale)

9. Poppy (Jules and Jamie Oliver)

10. Princess (Katie Price and Peter Andre)

I think Suri will be topping a lot of celebrity lists by the end of the year.

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The label, which will debut next spring, will be called Winter Kate, which are daughter Harlow’s two middle names. Her 37-piece line will hit shops in February 2010.

She said of the new company, “It feels as though I’ve always been working on this collection, but officially I started putting it together in early 2009. I’ve wanted to design a clothing collection for a very long time.”

WWD says that, “Her collection includes long slip dresses, asymmetrical short dresses, tunics and a kimono-sleeved, maxi dresses, which are meant to be layered with vests in cotton macramé, suede or silk, or a shrunken leather jacket.”

Who is the line for? Nicole says, “She is a woman like me: She does not look at labels; she knows how to mix and match. The pieces can be dressed up, made casual, but most importantly, they provide the wearer a means of self-expression and fun.”

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Over the weekend, both Suri and Violet were spotted going to Starbucks with their mums on different occasions. What extremely different looks did these girls sport? Violet wisely opted for a heavy puffer jacket with pants, sneakers and mittens. What did Suri wear for the same errand? A lightweight pink dress and heels, no tights, no leggings and certainly no mittens.

Which outfit do you think is more appropriate?

Hottie Megan Fox is dating Kassius’s dad and was snapped sporting the same exact shirt about a year ago. And looking at how it fits on Fox, it appears she is wearing a small kids size.

Check out Megan Fox in the shirt after the jump.

So did Kassius raid Fox’s closet or vice versa?

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A pair of light wash mid-rise clam diggers.  Cele|bitchy wondered “Did Stella design this sh-t? Or did Gwyneth just pair a Stella jacket with her K-Mart mum jeans? I seriously think I had those jeans when I was a kid. And yes, they were from K-Mart.”

I’m all for mixing, matching and getting all retro but going for the acid wash hues of the ‘80s mum jean? I, for one, think this is a style that does not need to be revisited.

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And I’m not talking about the vintage suitcase, either. Just check out this gorgeous Mishka’n'Milka top – it’s so pretty and flattering that our good friends at Cedar Leaf tell us that hordes of non-pregnant women, too, are snapping these up like they’re going out of…erm, well, fashion.

But they’re not! These sorts of tops are so in at the mo’, we can imagine wearing one way before we’ve conceived, all through a pregnancy and long after we’ve dropped the sprog.

It’s called Bon Voyage Lilac (also available in black and sand) and is only $175.00. Click on www.cedarleaf.com.au and get one before they sell out!

At first it was cute. When my twin daughters were three, I didn’t flinch at the thought of prancing down the street with one child clad in rainbow tights, a fuchsia tutu, a floppy blue sun hat, and yellow rubber boots. It was the perfect compliment to her sister’s look: orange shorts layered over purple floral pants, multi-coloured striped shirt beneath a shiny cartoon-cat patterned vest, and a red fleece Elmer Fudd-ish hat perched on her head. Like the cherry on top of a very nutty sundae. People on the street would smile, chuckle, and comment as our cute, kaleidoscopic spectacle paraded by. To be honest, I kinda got off on the attention. I was proud of my little girls for picking out those outlandish get-ups all by themselves, so I did nothing to discourage it. I may have even made suggestions from time to time. Hey, you know what would go great with that tiger costume and those ballet slippers? The red Elmer Fudd hat!

But now, my daughters are almost six. They go to a nice little public school in a nice little neighbourhood in our nice little city. And they stick out like a pair of kooky, sparkly, technicolor thumbs. Which has me seriously questioning my decision to give them free rein in their closets, and worrying that their clothing choices reflect badly on me. Now, as I dart down the street with my colorfully clashtastic kids looking like a posse of insane clowns, I worry what other mothers think. I worry that they are judging me, whispering that only an LSD-dropping social maladjust would allow her children to go out in public dressed like that. But I am not an LSD-dropping social maladjust. Haven’t been for quite some time. In fact, I spent the last six years cultivating the attitude that I was a far better parent than those whose murmurs I’m now suddenly paranoid about: those who forbade the public wearing of tutus with rubber boots. Those who confined their kids’ clothes to classic shades of tasteful, sophisticated and dull. Those whose children’s outfits failed to inspire seizures in epileptic bystanders. I didn’t shackle my children with the notion that clothing had to match. I didn’t push my kids to blend in with the sheepish crowd. I was too busy teaching them to be creative and carefree. To be individuals. And I was pretty damn smug about it.

See, I’m no clothes horse. I’m more like a clothes donkey. And ever since the thorough heckling I endured for the trendy red crushed velvet corset/coffin-lining/pirate shirt hybrid I wore in grade ten, I’ve avoided taking risks with my wardrobe. My outfit options fall into three categories: black hanging-around-the-house clothes, black going-out-in-public clothes, and crazy-things-I-bought-on-impulse-but-don’t-have-the-guts-to-actually-wear clothes. But I always wanted to be the girl who could pull off the tartan-mini-skirt-over- ripped-jeans look. Maybe with a purple cashmere sweater, a stripey knit scarf, peacock feather earrings, and a blue fedora. So, maybe by letting my kids continue to dress like the rainbow riot squad, I’ve been doing a little vicarious living. And maybe it’s time I stopped. Maybe I should put the tutus and wacky hats back in the dress-up trunk where they belong. Maybe I should sit my girls down and explain the importance of not wearing multi-colored horizontal and vertical stripes with polka-dots and jumbo floral prints. Maybe I should make some room in their closets for shades of tasteful, sophisticated — and yes, even dull — before my unsuspecting daughters and their fashion non-sense become targets of other kids’ cruelty and insecurity. But it might be too late for all that, as is evident by the conversations that ensue when I try to stage my little interventions.

Me: Here sweetheart, why don’t you try this sweater. It’s nice and soft and…

Neen: It’s brown.

Me: Yeah. Isn’t it pretty?

Neen: Brown is not in the rainbow.

Me: That’s okay. You can just try it…

Neen: No I can’t. Rainbows don’t wear brown.

Me: Okay. But it’s not like you have to wear every color of the rainbow all at once, right?

Neen: Yes I do. How can people know I’m a rainbow if I don’t wear all the colors?

Then she rolls her eyes at me like I’m crazy, and asks me where her red hat is. And instead of seizing this teachable moment to impress upon my daughter the value of dressing like a rational little human being, I’m the one who learns a lesson: you just can’t argue with a rainbow. So I try her twin sister. She’s a little less abstract. Less likely to turn this into a debate. Less prone to envisioning herself as an awe-inspiring, sky-spanning natural phenomenon.

Me: Hey, let’s just put these jeans on so we can—

Roo: No.

Me: But it’s time for school, so let’s just take off the tutu and put on some—

Roo: NO!

Me: But hon, tutus are for dress up, so it’s time to take the tutu off—

Roo: THEN I’LL JUST GO TO SCHOOL NUDIE! WITH MY BOOTS ON!

The tutu it is, then.

As it turns out, the “expert” advice was right on the money. Letting my kids pick their own clothes has given them control over their identities, and their choices are expressions of their budding personalities. They are boisterous, wacky, unpredictable, and colorful. The seeds of independence have been planted, and my daughters’ decision-making skills have flourished. They’ve drunk from the cup of freedom, the chalice of choice, and decided that it would make a great hat. Who am I to take that away from them because of my own ego?

Short of pinning them down and dressing them myself every day, or gutting their closets and replacing their wardrobes with nice neutral mix-and-match collections, there’s not much I can do. And I suppose there are worse things than going to school dressed like a rainbow, or a rubber-booted ballerina. Like going to school nudie. But while I’m busy rationalising my defeat, and rehearsing the humiliated smile I’ll need to flash at other mothers to convince them I am not a bad parent, my husband plays the glad game. “Maybe it’s for the best,” he says. “You know, like in nature. How bright colors warn other animals to stay away.” Because nothing screams, “Don’t mess with me! I’m dangerous and/or crazy!” like wearing an electric blue faux fur vest and pink leg warmers. Or maybe, like in nature, the vibrancy of my kids’ clothes and personalities will attract others of their own colorful kind.