We wish the following statement weren't true: Some of us are fascinated by the fascination with Victoria Beckham. Don't get us wrong, she was always our favorite Spice Girl (she was the only one who seemed to get how funny it all was, she couldn't really sing, she wasn't even necessarily conventionally pretty, but she played it droll) and you could never laugh at her because, to bastardize the words of Gypsy Rose Lee, she was the one laughing first — at herself. That said, Beckham's transformation from singing heart-wrenching lyrics ("Last time / we had this conversation, baby / I decided we should be friends / But now / We're going 'round in circles / Tell me will this deja vu ever end?") to being self-proclaimed Queen of the World, is, well, a little odd. Maybe we missed something, but she married a soccer player (which, yes, we know is like the equivalent of, uh, marrying Britney), had some babies, took to anorexia in a way that even Mary-Kate Olsen could only dream of, started dressing ridiculously and in turn transformed into one of the biggest paparazzi targets of our day. Who is Victoria Beckham, really? And why do we care? And also, why does Beckham — a DFS sufferer if we ever saw one — believe her first contribution to the fashion-hungry masses should be a denim line? Denim? Really? The uniform of coal miners? With these thoughts in mind, we sent Jezebel's Jennifer Gerson to Saks Fifth Avenue last night to document Beckham's in-store appearance for the launch of her denim (and eyewear) line DVB. After the jump, Jennifer's take on the scene, the "star", and the clothes.