Catching up

I was just frothing at the mouth over this so-called journalist who had interviewed an adult entertainment star now acting in Hindi movies. The offensive, antiquated, totally Indian male mindset questions he asked, no interrogated her with, were so incredible you knew instantly he could only do it in this country. Anywhere else he would have been fired on the spot. I would love to know what his search history consisted of after he reached puberty. Oh, wait, I don't think he ever did. I shall now wait with bated breath for his viewers to grow by leaps and bounds. Why not when we have news anchors who are national jokes with such high ratings that they make more money than a dozen talented, hardworking individuals could dream of in a single lifetime. Of course we can froth but nothing will change. So I caught up on my reading instead. My blood pressure is back to normal and I am neck-deep in Vuitton, Gucci and celebritydom. Good times, thank God.

Leo for the win

The Golden Globes were so wonky this year that I was wondering if life held any meaning at all anymore. From Ricky Gervais' tired lines and his and Mel Gibson's embarrassing shenanigans, I simply wanted to cringe back into my duvet with the cold I had been suffering all week. Looked like my suffering was by no means over.
Couldn't someone have given Denzel a script to accept his Cecil B. DeMille thingy? Hanks was more enjoyable (as always) giving out the damn thing. Couldn't someone have told the usually magnificent JLo that wrapping yourself extra-tight in a curtain still wouldn't have saved what she was wearing? No one would have dared with the diva, I suppose.
The highlights for me were Helen Mirren's perfect appearance from her hair to her jewellery to her dress; Lady Gaga's win, I think she has talent we don't even really understand, and Leonardo DiCaprio, not for winning awards which he should know are meaningless (Gervais got that right, at least), but because just seeing and hearing him, an actor and activist that has no parallel in my book, saved this exhausting evening from falling into the abyss where it belonged, never to have seen the light of day. Thank you, Leo, now please don't disappoint me by ever getting married. That, like awards, .......

Paris 2015

New Year's Eve at the Champs Elysees was a bit of alright. But I have to say it was Midnight Mass at Notre Dame that really got me all atwitter. The choir, the building, even the security forces outside signalling the real new world order, was an experience. I believe in no God but it was a sense of community where we were all thinking of those who had gone before that felt extraordinary. On NYE, I thought I was being brave going where the threat of terrorism was so real that Belgium had cancelled its celebrations - until I saw parents with babies at the Arc de Triomphe. Paris, in between, was magic. I get my kicks just walking down its cobblestoned paths.

Shakespeare&Co

Cafe République

Champs Elysees