For some time now, the fashion blogosphere has been referring to Anna Wintour as the 'other woman' in Roger Federer's life - usually followed by an unflattering, feline-esque moniker - but I haven't paid it much attention. I mean, everyone knows that the woman likes tennis, and only tolerates the best of the best, so their association has been a bit of an obvious one. Until now.

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During the course of this year's US Open tournament, I have watched Anna drag a who's who of fashion heavyweights (De la Renta! Demarchelier!) out to Queens to sit and sigh over every single one of R-Fed's matches.

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When she couldn't find a friend, she made the trek alone.

After a weather delay pushed the men's singles final to last night, she gave her darlings at Proenza the brush off AND LEFT MANHATTAN... IN THE MIDDLE OF FASHION WEEK... to make the trip to Arthur Ashe to watch her boy defend his title. This is the kind of commitment you'd expect of a woman in love - or at least one with a serious delusional crush.

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But the most damning piece of evidence against her came with R-Fed's win - when have you ever seen Anna look like this about, well, anything?

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So, Anna Wintour clearly has an irrational crush on a completely un-gettable sports star. Maybe we have more in common than I thought...

Posted by SAM