Life is back, a little bit. There were grand sporting events, but more importantly Cannes was back in almost its full glory. Celebrities and fabulous people are stepping out again in their Sunday best, and while for the most of us it’s still walking the high wire with the virus, at least there has been a little bit of something visually pleasing to enjoy.
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Everything is overdue: spring in Brussels, my blogposts. But then nothing interrupts my dolce far niente like the woke brigade performing another not-very-thoroughly-thought-out, yet very public character assassination/cancellation project. So I had to get up for this. In today’s edition: Coco Chanel was a racist. Chanel is racist brand.
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Between the April snow storms sun has made a couple of fleeting appearances, so it’s only apt that amidst all the ongoing gates there’s also an SPF-gate to get upset about. Gwyneth Paltrow did not apply her sunscreen the right way in a recent Vogue video and crisis.
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Was it really just a couple of days ago that I complained about the momentary lack of sartorial entertainment? Oh well. Wednesday not only introduced to the world a slew of new style icons, but also brought back the lost art of laughing at regular political satire and memes. Also there was Bernie and yes, a new president was sworn in.
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Gucci dropped an advert on the 1 January: a 3:20 minute video which has British singer and the brand’s official face Harry Styles perform a song and trip the light fantastic with Phoebe Waller-Bridge. I am exactly the kind of sucker who falls for glittery people performing well-choreographed moves to swing music, and also the PR-people at Gucci are infuriatingly good at their job.
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I wore heels the other day. The occasion was a lunch, and wearing heels felt right, mainly because I figured I’d be seated most of the time, but also wanted to check whether I could still walk in them. I could, and now don’t have to try again for another year or so.
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