Hot on the heels of yesterday’s delights comes Celine stomping the New York City sidewalks in a cape, looking like a superheroic Robin Hood. Are the brown belt and black shoes fighting, for me? Yes. Do the tortoiseshell shades help? Eh, maybe, but not really. But does that torpedo this for me? Hell no. Have you SEEN how she is working this? You cannot tell me she isn’t having the most fun of any celebrity right now:
I feel like Law Roach got her through the larval stage and helped open the cocoon, taught her how to fly, and then kissed her forehead and sent her off into the world to find a new partner. He had done his part, see, and now, armed with his lessons, it was time for Celine to find a new partner to help her soar. It’s a coming-of-age tale, but of a woman’s renaissance. SNIFFLE.
Also, she might be about to steal some of the king’s gold and give it to the poor. Don’t tell the Sheriff of Nottingham.
