When this pandemic started, Dua Lipa was quarantining in London with her boyfriend, Anwar “Gigi’s brother” Hadid. I wonder if they’re in New York now because Gigi is pregnant and will therefore at some point have a baby that her family will want to meet? I have totally lost track of what the pandemic travel restrictions are, and they or he might also be based in New York; regardless, the point is, I salute anyone who can take a plane right now without a panic attack. I’m not sure I could do it.
So, we saw her exiting a building in a bad bodysuit the other day, and now she’s chased it with a bad top in a similar vein — cutting her across the top, pinching, smooshing, possibly very irritating to put on and take off. She must have a trade-out deal with Boob Smooth Inc., or whatever company makes these. I don’t love her pants, either, but right now I’d like to get Anwar a pair that looks less like floods.
Dua went on a park outing, too:
Sadly, someone appears to have hurled a cup of mustard at her. Pandemics are emotionally complex.
