I feel like the weekend of the Glastonbury Festival must be the very favorite time of year for everyone who works in PR for Hunter. EVERYONE is wearing their wellies and tromping about and my reaction is always, no matter what the person in question is wearing, “well, at least those Hunter boots are a classic.” (Hello. I live in Los Angeles. I own three pairs of rain boots. I have a sickness.) It’s possibly also Hooters’s new favorite time of year, as Cressida Bonas is wearing one of their tee shirts. Yes, Hooters Hot Wings. Hooters + Hunter equals…well, I’m not entirely sure I want to know.
I was all het up about Cannes juror Nicole Kidman not being at this (or at that may other things), but it turns out she was, and just may not have done the red carpet. I’ve decided this is because she’s been holed up all day in a darkened room watching every Cannes movie and flossing popcorn out of her teeth.
Poor Bonnie. First, the Harry Potter filmmakers stripped Ginny of most of her moxie — one of my biggest issues with that entire franchise is that they essentially deleted the sassy spirit of a major character — and now I’m about to get stuck into her about her clothing choices. Fortunately for her, she’s still got beautiful hair, great skin, a pretty face, a throbbing career, and she’s still engaged to that long-haired, chiseled dude who appeared as Gellert Grindelwald for about thirty seconds, so obviously she’s doing just fine regardless of how I feel about her taste in footwear.