For her: Everything so serious
Zendaya earned another Emmy this week for her role in Euphoria. The way she plays a teenage drug addict is impressive, and yes, you believe her 16-year-old, even though she’s 26. Which is also still very young. She wore a beautiful gown by Valentino and diamond jewelry by Bulgari. This is a sentence that you would actually rather read over 45-year-olds. But only actually, because he would be an example of age-shaming, only in the other direction. By the way, the style critics went overboard. Vogue proclaimed the dress the “real star of the Emmys” and noted the observation that the attention she gets is due to her looks, “if not only”. Zendaya’s stylist explained that Grace Kelly was the inspiration. As a black artist, is it allowed to take the original version of the privileged white woman as a style model? Sure, you’re allowed to do anything, even if you’ve said about yourself that you’re the most acceptable version of a black woman in Hollywood. That’s a terribly grown-up true statement – and Zendaya’s red carpet looks make perfect sense against this backdrop – they’re the textile-made adaptation of a white show industry. So one would like to throw all wokeness overboard and call out to the girl: Be funny, with lots of tasteless twenty-something! But that would be the perspective of a privileged white woman who has no idea about the life of a black woman.
For him: everything so yesterday
Briton Nicholas Hoult belongs to that very small group of male actors who are almost a little too handsome to be taken seriously in normal roles. His facial features are so extraordinary that he used it to accomplish the feat of playing a super-odd and slightly off-putting little boy in Hornby’s Day of the Dead Duck as a child, and then in Tom Ford’s A Single Man just seven years later most seductive lover imaginable. As far as his outfit for this week’s Emmys goes, at first glance one was inclined to say that the hands are pointing towards the nerd again. Nonsense, of course, because the Dior suit here, with its short waiter’s jacket and wide flared trousers, has two of the hottest trend elements and certainly gives Hoult a smart silhouette. It’s just perhaps the disgrace of the early birth, if you as a viewer still can’t take such violent bell-bottoms for full. Or to put it better: You can’t look at things like that without looking at the terms one after the other Uriah Heep, Guildo Horn and Lavalampe. So some of the sloppiest things on God’s earth. But sure, millennials and their descendants aren’t that self-conscious anymore, and they can probably objectively accept the revived bell-bottom pants for what they are: a totally affected way of ending pants.