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SAG Awards 2015: Seriously. Alluring. Gowns.

Published January 26, 2015 by The Feminist

Last night the crème de la crème of Hollywood gathered together for the SAG Awards. This can only mean one thing: we’re again one step closure the big finale, i.e. The Oscars.

So without further ado, here is a quick summary of last night’s most fabulous  (or in some cases: most disastrous) looks:

In the category “White is not just for weddings”:

White gowns are usually associated with weddings and flying doves, but these two stunning leading ladies demonstrate that there is nothing more breathtaking than a white gown worn with an attitude. Please, give it up for …

Reese Witherspoon

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Viola Davis

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In the category “Purple Rain”:

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It’s Keira Knightley, who still hasn’t figured out how to wear elegant pregnancy clothes that don’t look like a pile of granny tea towels.

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Although this category may contain one of the worst looks of the evening, it luckily also contains one of the night’s stunners. Camila Alves is the embodiment of pure elegance in this regal purple gown. Eat this, Keira!

In the category: No award show is complete without some dashing fellas

Camila’s husband, the ever so cool Matthew McConnaughey, shows everyone how it is done with this breathtakingly gorgeous tux. He’s the living proof that a suit doesn’t always have to be black.

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Side note: not so sure about that beard though.

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Eddie Redmayne looks swoon worthy in this classic, yet stylish suit. I can’t wait what he has in store for us at the Oscars!

In the category: Dark hues = instant glamour… Or maybe not?

Black is always a safe choice when it comes to award shows, for it will give you an instant elegant look…

Or at least that was what I thought, because Patricia Arquette gives us all a demonstration of how a gown with a dark colour can actually be quite the opposite of elegant and can make you look like an Ursula impersonator.

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So thank God for Julia Roberts! Not only does her outfit look incredibly elegant, her choice to opt for an unconventional jumpsuit makes it also one of the quirkier looks of the evening.

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In the category “Showing cleavages doesn’t necessarily guarantee a sexy look”

Whereas Kate Hudson blew everyone away with her plunging neckline at the Golden Globes, Jennifer Anniston looks kinda… I don’t know… cheap?

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To be honest, I even think I once had a bed spread with that print. (In my defense, that was a long long long time ago.)

In the category “Wear the colours of the rainbow”

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Julianne Moore wore one of my favourite dresses of the evening. This emerald green bejeweled beauty by Givenchy almost seems too gorgeous to be real.

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Uzo Aduba is proving herself to be one hell of a stylish woman. I could stare at this bright yellow intricate gown for days.

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The phrase “feeling blue” is given an entirely different interpretation by the Good Wife star Julianna Margulies. Forget depressive thoughts, this cobalt blue dress could possibly be the epitome of optimism.

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And last but not least, how could someone ever do a red carpet recap without mentioning the gorgeous, the wonderful, the absolutely stunning Lupita Nyong’o? For the umpteenth time Lupita looks like a dream come true in this envious Elie Saab gown.

Sigh. We can’t I be a Hollywood star?

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10 reasons why you need to go and see Miss Julie

Published October 26, 2014 by The Feminist

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Sometimes, on very rare occasions, I do absolutely love living in Belgium.

Let me give you a couple of examples:

When another quality chocolate shop opens just a couple of blocks away from my apartment.

When there is a public holiday and I don’t have to go to work.

When it’s Film Fest Ghent.

Now, let me talk to you about that last one. Film Fest Ghent is my hometown’s very own film festival. It might not be as famous as the one in Berlin, and it is definitely not as glamorous as the one in Cannes, but it does have quite a lot of good films to offer.

And one of those films was “Miss Julie” with none other than Irish eye-candy Colin Farrell and my personal style icon Jessica Chastain. This movie, at first glance, may seem like your everyday Jane Austen-inspired tear jerker, but let me tell you: it is nothing of the sort. If I were to describe it, I would rather say it is a mash-up of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Silver Lining’s Playbook, covered in some Pride & Prejudice cling film.

This film is abso-freakingly bonkers!

Needless to say, I loved it. And this is why:

  • Jessica Chastain

Like I said, I adore her. Not only does she demonstrate that you can be a successful Hollywood actress and not be blonde, but more importantly: the woman can act. Really act. Like, lump-in-throat act.

Her performance as Miss Julie is nothing short of stunning. She plays the ultimate spoiled brat, the drama Queen, and her character’s love for drama makes my own theatrical tantrums seem pretty minute, but Jessica is able to give all this intense drama a very human and believable edge. With a part like hers, it is always dangerous to start over-acting, but Miss Chastain knows what she’s doing. And man, it is an absolute joy to watch her.

  • Colin Farrell

The fact that the guy is easy on the eyes is something we have known for a very long time (after all ,we are not blind), but the fact that the guy can act (I mean really act) still surprises me from time to time. He is absolutely brilliant in his role as tormented soul and lover and his Irish accent is just to die for.

  • It’s drama!

You know me. I like a bit of theatre, and this film is drama from beginning till end.

  • These people are f***ing insane!

Both Miss Julie and Jean are bonkers. Schizophrenia, various compulsive disorders, panic attacks, delusional ramblings, you name it.

These people are so crazy, it kinda made me feel good about myself in a weird, slightly superficial way. Because yes,  I may be weird and bizarre from time to time, but at least I don’t go chopping off canaries’ heads. Which leads me to the next point:

  • (spoiler alert!) There is a dead canary!

And it is hilarious! Not because I like to see dead animals, of course not (that would be horrible!), but because it looked so incredibly fake it more resembled a Wallace & Gromit clay puppet than an actual bird.

  • The melancholic “I think I’m about to cry” -musical score

Bring on those tissues!

  • The dialogues!

The chemistry between Farrell and Chastain is undeniable and there are some pretty fab dialogues to prove it. The language-freak in me was on a two-hour high.

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  • The monologues!

Applause for Miss Chastain, because that one monologue were Miss Julie absolutely lost it (I mean, even more than her already pretty fucked up usual self) and went totally crazy, was Oscar-worthy. Yes, Oscar-worthy!

  • There is wine!

The movie made me thirsty. That says enough, right?

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  • And last but not least: there’s a cute dog!

Who doesn’t like a cute dog?

Baking With Booze: Campari Orange Cake

Published August 22, 2014 by The Feminist

Although my Baking with Booze series is an experiment all on its own, it wasn’t until I was baking this Campari Orange cake that I realized how risky these desserts were. With this cake, I was truly touching in the dark. Basically, I just improvised all the way through. It could have gone horribly, horribly wrong, but for some mysterious reason (I call it “being a baking genius”) it turned out to be the most wonderful cake you will have ever tasted!

Seriously, making sure that the levels of sweet and bitter marry beautifully together was a demanding balancing act. I wanted the cake to be sweet, but not too sweet. I wanted to be able to taste that typical Campari flavour, but without it being too grimacingly  bitter.

I swear, I was so nervous when I was about to taste this cake. (I even detected some heart palpitations!)

But once I took a bite out of  this cake, all my worries evaporated.

Mark my words: this cake is ridiculously delicious.

Furthermore, it was also ridiculously easy to make.

So yes, you would be an idiot not to bake it yourself.

The One and Only Campari Orange Cake

Ingredients:

  • 125gr ground almonds
  • 40gr plain flour
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 50gr caster sugar
  • 1 knob of butter (approx. 1 tbsp)
  • 50ml of olive oil
  • Zest and juice of 1 orange
  • 100ml Campari
  • 2 eggs

For the syrup:

  • 100gr caster sugar
  • 70ml Campari

Method:

  1. Preheat the oven to 160°C. Line a loaf tin with baking parchment.
  2. Mix together the oil, butter, eggs, Campari, orange zest and orange juice. Your mixture will look disgusting at this stage (totally normal!)
  3. Stir in the caster sugar, flour, baking powder and ground almonds.
  4. Pour the batter into the baking tin and bake in the oven for 45 minutes.
  5. Just before removing the cake from the oven, make your syrup. Bring the sugar and Campari to the boil on a low heat and let it reduce until you get a lovely syrup.
  6. Once the cake has come out of the oven, drizzle the syrup over the top. You can use all the syrup or only half of it (depends on how boozy you want your cake 😉 ).
  7. Let the cake cool completely before slicing it into thin (or thick) slices. The cake should be firm enough to slice, but still feel moist in the middle and taste as light as a feather when it goes into your mouth.

The Battle of the Hemsworths: Who would you pick, Chris or Liam? (Plus the Most Important Poll of the Day!)

Published August 10, 2014 by The Feminist

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A couple of nights ago, my best friend and I were re-watching the Hunger Games: Catching Fire. Why? Because it’s a great movie. Because Jennifer Lawrence is our personal role model. Because Liam Hemsworth is in it.

While we were watching that brutal scene in which Liam gets whipped by this evil dude from the Capitol, I asked my friend: Who do you actually prefer, Liam or his brother Chris?

What started as a random question swiftly turned into a fiery discussion. One that would eventually stretch over two whole days, in which not only me and my best friend enthusiastically ranted about both Hemsworth brothers, but other female friends  were pulled into the heated debate as well.

Some preferred Chris.

Others preferred Liam.

The really selfish (or should I say, smart?) preferred both of them.

To give you a good sense of what the discussion was all about, here is a list of our pros and cons for each of the boys:

Chris:

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  • Subjectively the handsomest of the two. Friend A: “His face is like… carved by an angel using a golden chisel!”
  • His abs in Thor. Friend B: “Habba Habba!”
  • Older and hence, more mature.

  • His long hair. Me: “Jikes!”

Liam:

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  • More masculine and robust facial structure. Friend C: “Makes him look like a real dude!”
  • Younger and hence, more likely to do silly stuff, like…say… go out with a Belgian girl.
  • He plays Gayle in the Hunger Games. Friend D: “Seriously, why would you ever decide to run off with a shorty like Peeta Melark, if you have a tall and handsome fella like Gale waiting for you at home?”

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  • Miley Cyrus’ ex. Friend E: “If you can date a nutball like Miley, there is clearly something mentally wrong with you.”
  • Friend F: “Gayle is just a nagging whiner.”

 

As you can see, the cons list is not really that long, which makes making a decision even harder! Since I want to put to bed this pressing and highly important discussion once and for all, I need your help, dear readers! This is probably going to be the most important and most difficult question you have ever been asked: Who is the hottest, Chris or Liam?

Even more importantly, who would you like to date?

In order to guide this very tough decision, here are a couple of pics for you to gaze at.

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Chris Hemsworth shows off his ripped body as he chills by his hotel pool.

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You’re welcome, by the way.

Now go on and fill in this poll:

 

 

Fairytales, Sushi and Tissues. (Lots and Lots of Tissues)

Published May 31, 2014 by The Feminist

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I will start this post with a couple of warnings:

1)    This post contains a lot of spoilers

2)    I will probably use plenty of dramatic descriptions and euphoric exclamations, because I tend to get overexcited when I’ve just seen a great, great film. So please forgive me my !!!s, OMGs and f***s.

3)    This post will contain some rather obvious feminist remarks.

4)    Since this post is primarily about film, the sushi-interval will seem a bit random, pointless and uncalled for. It is. But OMG it was just so f***ing delicious I simply had to share it with y’all !!!

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Fairytales and Feminism

I went to see Maleficent a couple of days ago. Why? So nice of you to ask!

Well, first of all, I love Angelina Jolie.

Secondly, I love fairytales. I love everything about them. The magic. The splendid castles. The talking animals. The brainless knight-in-shining-armour. The very unrealistic love-at-first-sight bullshit. I love it. No, I adore it.

So given my love for Angie and fairytales, it seems rather straightforward that I absolutely, freakishly loved this movie as well. Maleficent was amazing! Even with horns on her head Angelina is the most beautiful woman on the planet. Maleficent’s tender and vulnerable heart made me coo, her cold fury made my cheer and her spot-on remarks were often hilarious. Moreover,  the special effects –the fairyland! The dragon! The stupid three fairies!(one of them was Harry Potter’s Professor Umbridge!)- it was everything I wanted and more.

[START FEMINIST RANT: skip this paragraph if you’re not in the mood]

However, the only problem I have with fairytales is that they are so f***ing sexist. Seriously. All Disney movies are. Watch them. You’ll agree with me. And yet – as a hardcore feminist- I still watch them. Over and over again. Because sexist bullshit aside, they are f***ing fantastic! So in order to soothe my feminist conscience, I always put my critical and realistic side on hold. It’s for the best. For both my feminist heart and Disney.

However, Maleficent does have some progressive twists on the original sexist story. [SPOILERALERT] Instead of a true love’s kiss between Aurora and the Prince (who –by the way- has an awfully buffoonish haircut), it a lovable kiss of Maleficent that wakes her up! Moreover, Maleficent is not just a flat, one-dimensional villain, but a flawed magical creature full of emotions.

But (and there is a big but) it still remains a fairytale. Apparently, women turn into evil, jealous bitches when they are abandoned by their lover. Apparently, a broken heart can only be healed with motherhood.

But the most traumatic scene by far was this one: Stefan hands Maleficent a drink. She sips, falls asleep and he F***ING CUTS OFF HER WINGS!!! When Maleficent wakes up and realizes her beautiful wings were stolen from her, she is inconsolable.

Just think about that scene for a moment, dear readers.

Yeah, that’s right! Stefan basically roofied her and violently took her “most precious possession” while she was unconscious.

All the more proof that Disney’s feminist barometer needs to be reset.

[END FEMINIST RANT: you can breathe easy now]

Having said that, Maleficent is still a wonderful movie. Entertainment, fairies, castles and plenty of close-ups of Angelina’s incredibly perfect teeth. What more could you possibly wish for?

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Sucker for Sushi

Okay, so now on to some sushi. I’m always amazed how much flavour these tiny (or not so tiny) rolls can have and this plate of delight was just the flavour explosion I was looking for! I find it an immensely luxurious experience to dip a morsel in some soy sauce, add a touch of wasabi and then to swallow it up like a happy penguin. It’s a true OMG feeling. As in:

OMG, this is delicious.

OMG, too much wasabi.

OMG, my mouth is too small.

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Anyway, you get my point. This plate was pure heaven and gave me the right amount of energy to prepare myself for the eye bawling that was yet to follow…

The Normal Heart: Sponsored by Kleenex

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As some of you may know, last Sunday the HBO movie The Normal Heart was aired on television. It was something I had been looking forward to for quite some time, simply because the ensemble cast is a group of Hollywood’s crème de la crème. Mark Ruffalo, Julia Roberts, Matt Bomer, Jim Parsons, Jonathan Groff, Alfred Molina,… the list goes on and on! (Be still, my star-struck beating heart!)

So with moderately high expectations I poured myself a cup of coffee, sat down and took it all in…This movie surpassed all my expectations. Even though sitting still for 2 hours and 15 minutes is usually not my forte, I was simply too captivated to move. The Normal Heart is anything but carefree entertainment. Whereas with Maleficent I could just put my brain on hold, switch off all emotions and take it all in, I wish I could have had an off-button with this one.  The Normal Heart is so raw with emotions, so gritty in its depiction of human suffering, so agonizingly beautiful, I often cried like a little baby. And then I laughed, got frustrated, angry, and then I cried some more. This is not a film for the faint hearted, but having said that, you simply have to see it, because it is pure gold!

The film is based on the 80s play The Normal Heart by Larry Kramer and tells the story about Ned Weeks, who does anything in his power to sound the alarm over the outbreak of so-called “gay cancer”. What follows is a depiction of the dawning horrors of AIDS, the unwillingness within government to do something about it and the almost desperate cry for more activism. It is also a love story and a story about friendship, death and homophobia. The film raises so many social, political and moral issues it is sometimes uncomfortable to watch. And yet, you keep watching, because this story is just too important not to be told.

[the following paragraph is filled with spoilers, so y’all be warned!]

With a star cast like this, it is hardly surprising that the acting is truly award-season material. Mark Ruffalo’s performance as Ned is spot on, for he manages to balance the anger, fear, love and militancy in a character overflowing with complex dilemmas and emotions.

Jim Parsons, to my surprise, was astonishing in his role as “Southern bitch” Tommy. Although it was difficult at first not to see him as Sheldon Cooper – I kept expecting him to shout Bazinga at some point or other- his nuanced depiction of Tommy as the vulnerable yet optimistic young man clearly demonstrated that Jim Parsons is more than just a TV nerd. In one scene, Parsons delivers a eulogy that could even make the most heartless person shiver. His heartbreaking “they just don’t like us” was dripping in so much bitterness and sadness, it almost felt as if I was one of the attendees in the church there with him. *takes a tissue*

The film is full of tissue moments like these. One sequence depicted how an AIDS victim, a couple of hours after he died, was ruthlessly SHOVED INTO A F***ING GARBAGE BAG and put into the hospital alley. *takes another tissue*

And then there was Matt Bomer’s performance. Before I saw this movie, I already was a huge Bomer-fan… Because he is drop dead, gorgeously hot. I never really thought about him as a marvelous actor, but more as an okay actor with a marvelous body. His good looks were simply too distracting for me to be able to pay much attention to his acting skills. BUT SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS, Matt Bomer’s performance as Felix is  truly the role of his life. In the beginning it started of really familiar: Bomer in all his sexy naked glory. But then his character got AIDS and the physical transformation on screen is absolutely painful to watch. *takes another tissue*  Not to mention that one scene in which Ned helps Felix shower. I thought I was going to choke in my Kleenex.

As you can see, the Normal Heart is not something you should watch when you’re already feeling a bit depressed. It is indeed a dense piece of raw  emotions, furious arguments, violent accusations and much more. In the end your box of Kleenex will be empty and your heart will be full, but watching it is not a gentle suggestion, it’s a must!

Cannes Closure: Red Carpet Recap

Published May 25, 2014 by The Feminist

Yes, this is yet another Cannes post, but don’t worry,  it is the final one.

After eleven days of glitz and glamour at the Côte d’Azur, it is time to roll up the red carpet and look back on a fabulous edition of the Cannes Film Festival. Top honors went to Winter Sleep by Turkish director Nuri Bilge Ceylan, but I myself would like to take this opportunity to hand out my very own fashion Palm D’Ors to those celebrities who really took glamour to a whole other level.

YES THEY CANNES:

Sonam Kapoor

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If I had the money to buy a dress like that, I would wear it every single day. Like, non-stop. It would make ordinary stuff – e.g.  buying tampons at the drug store- much more glamorous. Seriously. This Elie Saab gown is making my fashion-beating heart go into overdrive.

Lara Stone

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I hereby give my body (in particular, my brain) to science, because surely there must be some biological explanation why I always fall for hot pink dresses. (I probably have some sort of gene mutation that makes me particularly susceptible to all rosy things) Whatever it is, Lara Stone’s dress is gorgeous!

Jessica Chastain

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Descended from Mount Olympus, I present to you: Jessica Chastain! I’m so glad she dedicated some of her time to mingle with us mortals so we could get a glimpse of her sheer flawlessness…

Freida Pinto

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I think the word you’re looking for is KA-POW! This Oscar de la Renta dress breathes drama and stylish bombasticism (And I mean that in a good way)

Léa Seydoux

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This luxurious emerald green Prada dress is simply exquisite. (Also, I find it utterly disorienting how much sex appeal Léa can exude just be staring into the camera. )

Uma Thurman

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In true Kill Bill style (and Kill Bill yellow), Uma took out the competition with this stunning, flowy gown.

Marion Cotillard

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This short and funky Maison Margiella dress is made out of hundreds of small objects that the designers picked up on flea markets in Paris and Brussels, and it allegedly took the team 67 hours to sew everything on the dress. One word: RESPECT!

Unfortunately, there were also pretty disastrous dresses at the red carpet…

NO THEY CANNED

Irina Shayk

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I’m all for using bright colours and bold silhouettes but this sh** is just too crazy, even for me. And when I say crazy, I do mean CA-razy! That hideous electric-mustard colour (I didn’t even know such a colour existed!), that failed Madonna-eighties-revival pointed bra (why do some still think that is stylish?) and don’t get me started on the wannabe “Can’t get you out of my head” Kylie look.

On the upside: at least from the back the hood in combination with the bare back looks stunning (that is if you are able to trigger acute colourblindness)

Frederique Bel

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If they ever were to turn Game of Thrones into a nineties inspired porn film, she would be in it. And I do not mean that as a compliment.

Eva Longoria

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I honestly don’t know where to start with this one. First of all, the colour. It looks like a 1940s granny pantyhose. Secondly, the shape. It’s like an oversized thermal underwear kinda thingy. Thirdly, the turtleneck. Yikes! And finally, the peek-a-boo breast slit. Sure, a little bit of skin is sexy but the way the fabric is just all ruffled together in the corner with some sort of silver pin(??) more resembles “DIY diaper” than “femme fatale”.

Jullianne Moore

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Let’s start with something positive: I love the leather burgundy red top. Now on to the negative: everything else.

Sharon Stone

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Dear Sharon, this is a red carpet event, not a gathering for Harley Davidson enthusiasts. That dress is too short, too sleazy and shoelaces should never ever serve as a trashy form of breast imprisonment. Oh yeah, and lose the aviators.

 

Blake Lively, Queen of Cannes: But Why Was She Even There?

Published May 21, 2014 by The Feminist

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In exactly four more days, the greatest film fest of France will be over. Looking back on the past couple of days, Cannes truly has embraced its French Riviera finesse and extravagance with movie stars from all over the world graciously strolling across the red carpet.

As always, there was one star who was able to shine a little bit brighter than all the rest, and that star was Blake Lively. Not only did she show up to more than just one event and wore more than just one fabulous gown, she simply blew away the competition with her ever-present grace, charm and overwhelming beauty.

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But… what was she actually doing there? The last time she appeared on TV or in cinema was in 2012 with Gossip Girl and the Savages. Sure, Gossip Girl was a tremendously popular show, but even the best shows have an expiration date. Moreover, her next film will be released in 2015, which isn’t exactly just around the corner.

So the question remains: what the hell was she doing there in the first place?

Time for some gossip!

Possibility nr. 1: She may be working on a very secretive project.

We all know that one year of absence on screen is like a lifetime of absence in Hollywood. So who knows, Blake might be releasing some brand new project in the very near future and is strategically trying to create some momentum around her personality. In that case, looking stunning on a red carpet is definitely the way to go.

Possibility nr. 2: She is there as L’Oreal Paris ambassador.

L’Oreal is big in Cannes, so obviously the brand needed to get some famous divas on the attendee list in order to promote their products.

Although a very good marketing trick, I do not think any woman will fall for that. Unfortunately, no matter how much L’Oreal make up we would put on our faces, we will never ever ever look like Blake. *letting out a soft sob*

Possibility nr. 3: Ryan Reynolds needs a distraction

One of the most plausible explanations for Blake’s presence could be because her hubby Ryan Reynolds is there to promote his film the Captive. Now, as a devoted wife and fashion-diva you simply cannot pass on a trip to Cannes. Flaunting beautiful designer dresses and that great body on La Croisette is something we all want to do, right?

However, Blake Lively’s presence might also be to his advantage, because his film got completely bashed in the press. So in order to shift the attention away from the bad reviews (in this case, “bad” is a euphemism for “I would rather be disemboweled with a clothes hanger than watch that movie again”) he simply had to have Blake by his side to overwhelm the press with her fabulous femme fatale-ness.

Here is what they might have been saying:

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Ryan: “Oh God, this is so embarrassing.  I wanna go home and order pizza.”

Blake: “Just keep smiling, dear. The press loves us. We’re wearing matching outfits!”

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Ryan: “ I think that photographer just winked at you.”

Blake: “Why, at me? How charming! Shall I strike a pose. Blow him a kiss, maybe?”

Possibility nr. 4: It’s not Blake, it’s her clone.

Okay, so maybe I have been watching to many episodes of Orphan Black, but just think about it! What if the real Blake is locked up in a room in LA somewhere, while her evil clone is pretending to be her, just so she can wear all the fabulous clothes and sleep with Ryan Reynolds. (Don’t frown, ladies. We would all do the same if we had the chance. 😉 )

So yes, Black Lively was indeed the Queen of Cannes, but why she was actually there, no one really knows.

Obviously, I’m leaning towards option four.