Every week, they ask the same questions of different famous people. One of the questions is: "What would your superpower be?" Many of the A-list say invisibility, because it must be hard to have us saucer-eyed plebs gawking at them all the time.
Of course, an actor asking for invisibility is a joke, they are, by definition, desperate to be seen. The superpower question makes me think, though, about what mine would be.
Invisibility sounds awful. The way I see it, we go through life trying to be noticed, like the tubby kid in PE class, whether in school, work or relationships, we are always inwardly shouting: "Pick me, pick me!" So it sucks when someone doesn't pick you. And that is where my superpower comes in. It dawns on me as I am making the (second) wine run with my flatmate. He is telling me about a woman who went on a round-the-world trip with her partner, only to have him turn around at the first stop and tell her it was over.
I've never met her but I know (having been dumped while printing boarding passes) that if I had a magic wand I'd wave the pain away. Like the Fairy Godmother of break-ups, when your heart gets broken and you think you can't go on - poof! - I appear with a bottle of red wine, a Xanax and my wonderful heartache-reversing wand.
I wouldn't eradicate all the pain, because that raw emotion is life-affirming, character-building and 99pc more likely to make you think twice before dumping someone by text. Also, the immediate dumping aftermath, when your friends feed you wine with a spoon and wipe your nose, is lovely. So I'd let everyone have a day or two of crying in the shower, then I'd arrive with my magic wand just before the 'no one will ever love me' sets in and ping, you're back.
I'm a street angel and a house devil too
When I open my mouth, my mother comes out. She had a certain way of looking at you. A withering expression where you knew to retreat hastily.
I can remember situations where she held a door open for someone and they walked straight through without a thank you and she would say in a very caustic, posh and clipped way: "Don't mention it".
As my twilight years approach, I'm rapidly morphing into her. I was coming down a narrow road the other day with parked cars on the other side and I nicely waved a car through.
He struggled to pass me by and started glaring at me. An ugly specimen. Before, I would have mouthed swear words at him but I rolled down the window and said: "It's your lack of gratitude I have an issue with." There's decorum for you. Mother would have been proud.
Singing the re-entry blues after a break
I got an email on Monday morning, thanking me, amongst others, for our participation on a trip. We'd had a great time he said. We'd been in Italy, he said. Skiing, he said. When I looked up from my gardening-shredded cuticles, I did have a vague recollection of somewhere chilly. Pasta, skis, dancing, laughing... We'd got back on Saturday evening but this was Monday, a full 36 hours of real life later and reality was showing its teeth. I was back at work, I'd gone grocery shopping, the bank card was rejected, the stairs needed vaccuming. Had I really been away?
On a guided tour, you only have to worry about appropriate outfits and whether you need to pee. All the important stuff involving where and how is decided for you. Granted, on this one, with the skiing and all, I was also supposed to contribute by staying upright but they were very understanding about the fact that I struggled with that a lil more than others.
Because of their divine absence of any great need to be responsible, guided tours are extreme versions of any holiday. Even if you don't quite forget your troubles, the physical distance dilutes them. Perspective or escapism, who cares? A change really is as good as a rest.
But no matter the distance or degree of rest, reality can often seem turbo-turgid when you land back. In the dazzling glow of an impending break, certain jobs will be graaaaaaaand to finish at 6am on your returning Monday, the insurance shop-around and broken fridge light will all be easy "when you get back". But in the shadow of a retreating break, even emptying the dishwasher feels like a psychic attack. It's okay. This too will pass. It's just the re-entry blues.Read more at:short formal dresses
Actress Clemence Poesy "treasures" the relationship she has with certain designers.
The French star has developed a reputation for impressing with her choice of outfits on the red carpet and has also enjoyed success as a model. The long-time face of Chloe fragrances enjoys dressing up for a glitzy event and relies on her favourite fashion houses for the perfect outfit.
"There's a fun element to it," she said in an interview with Britain's InStyle magazine. "I've been doing it for a while so I have relationships with some designers, which I treasure as they've become friends. Well, not friends, that's big word. I love Erdem - he's lovely. And I like what Clare Waight Keller does at Chloe."
While many A-list stars turn to professional stylists to hone their red carpet looks, Clemence is happy to trust her own judgement. She loves attending fashion week shows and spotting the next big trend to add to her wardrobe.
"I don't have a stylist; it's fun to do it on your own," the blonde star smiled. "If you make mistakes at least they're yours!"
Clemence is widely envied for her flawless complexion and long blonde locks. When asked to reveal her top beauty secret, the actress singled out a no-frills hydrating face cleanser which is a favourite at French pharmacies and be used in several different ways.
"There's a really good product called Collosol," Clemence explained. "You can use it on everything, even babies' bottoms. It cleans your skin, but you don't need to wash it off."Read more at:formal dresses sydney
You wonder how fashion designers keep up: fall, spring, resort, cruise, couture, pre-fall. All this while trying to navigate the shifting sands of the industry. Soon designers may be tasked with creating yet another collection — for Bitmoji. Some already are.
Last fall, the popular app, which allows users to create a personalised emoji avatar, introduced runway looks to its virtual closet. Labels whose clothes were made available free through partnerships with Bergdorf Goodman and W magazine included Michael Kors, Zac Posen, Alexander McQueen, Calvin Klein and Diane von Furstenberg. Women can buy a wrap dress and outfit their pixilated selves in the same one.
It was great news for Bitmoji fans, who were long stuck with basic T-shirts and drab monochrome dresses. Now their avatar can step out (on a runway, even) in a furtrimmed parka paired with a miniskirt by Rodarte, even if they couldn't afford the ensemble in real life.
But what about the designers whose carefully crafted wares were reduced to silly cartoons on a phone screen? Tanya Taylor, a Canadian designer, said she had initial concerns about appearing too youthful or unserious. "We have broadened the audience that knows about the brand. It shows we're taking a risk and being playful." Designing for Bitmoji, however, was more complicated than she anticipated. She chose three past looks that exemplified her brand. Then she worked with Bitmoji's programmers to digitise the clothes, a process that took almost three months.
"It felt like we were going through actual fittings," Taylor said. "They would send a PDF, and we would draw on the little avatars: 'Shorten the hem.'"
However, there are fewer fashion options for men: flannels, hoodies, T-shirts, "black label" suits and, for the edgier guy, a Kenzo lion-print sweater in three available colors. Jacob Blackstock, the founder of Bitmoji, wants to expand the men's offerings, but the limited wardrobe suits some users just fine.Read more at:short formal dresses | formal dresses