For her: Harmony is overrated!
When the man whose name you bear is suddenly behind bars, damage limitation is of course the order of the day. Then you have to go out onto the red carpets with your head held high! Barbara Becker, who is actually only connected to Bobbele through their children, seized the opportunity this week and appeared on the Green Carpet of the Green Awards during the Green Tech Festival. A lot of green! But yes, perfect for raising your head, because for a good cause. Thematically, she did an excellent job, her robe certainly seemed to be tailored from biodegradable linen. It is a well-known fact that a beautiful woman cannot disfigure anything, not even a crumpled skirt, because creasing is linen’s favorite pastime. But why did she have a dead bird in front of her chest? Oh, that’s a mindful one decoration piece made of natural materials, which literally uses the white, plain bustier robe as a canvas. A breast decoration that blends more harmoniously into the color world would have been more elegant, but certainly not more interesting – and the colorful bracelets, which are the opposite of blood diamonds, are a fun idea. In terms of looks, there is far too much professionally styled perfection on the red carpets anyway! Harmony is overrated, familiar and fashionable. Nobody knows that better than Barbara Becker, and that’s why she will always be one of the best dressed women in Germany. But she mostly lives in Miami.
For him: dressed appropriately for his age
Boris Becker may have missed a lot in his life, especially a few things relevant to tax law, but he also did some things that many will no longer be able to do. For example, winning Wimbledon or fathering beautiful offspring without exception. Like all of his four children, his son Elias looks like he fell out of a UFO, but in the attractive sense – hair, mouth and eyes, all very interesting. His outfit when he goes to the slopes with his mom, on the other hand, is solid Generation Z average. The clothing formula of this youth can perhaps be summed up as “pretentious in detail, but overall it doesn’t matter”, and this could possibly also pass as a universal motto of the generation. In any case, as a cursory observer, one never knows whether one is witnessing an attitude of active denial or passive disrespect. So here’s a kind of tuxedo, worn baggy style and without the usual accompaniments of a tuxedo (bow tie, cummerbund or belt, patent leather shoes, etc.), which dramatically trivializes this article of clothing. The jacket gapes wide, the shirt with its iridescent shimmer is tightly closed. Generation Y would probably have done it the other way around: shirt unbuttoned, jacket button closed. The slouchy canvas sneakers in camouflage print, on the other hand, speak a well-known, timeless message of all young men with a shaggy background: “There wasn’t anything else there, and Timo will also come over to skate afterwards.” Some things never change.