Elena Lenina’s kookery is, admittedly, chiefly only “noted” in Cannes, because I’ve never seen her anywhere else. But she packs enough wallop there to last a whole year, for sure.
And this year, it’s not only antlers, but antlers that are HOLDING UP PART OF HER TRAIN. Her headpiece is also a dress-wrangler. If the Eurovision Song Contest could be distilled into one person, it would be this one.