In a “best dressed of the year” type spread in a local paper, a blurb about Sarah Jessica Parker’s sartorial credentials concluded with: “Consistently fabulous vintage-inspired pieces always worn with éclat.”
How, exactly, in this or any other day and age, does one wear éclat?
Perhaps in 2007 we have become so whimsical that celebs are permitted to “do” nouns, no matter how nonsensical the associated notion may be.
Apart from that: you know that the world is going to hell in a hand basket when all one has to do is don a decent frock once in a while to be deemed, by journalists at least, to be, in some manner, the hybrid wearer / doer / recipient of éclat.
Meanwhile, on the paradoxically named “Australian Princess” the remainder of the aspiring pretend Aussie Princesses (the winner doesn’t actually get to become a princess) have been whisked over to
Alas, I had the sound muted for most of the show, but my mind was captivated by the sight of a floppy haired lad with a touch of rakish facial hair whose credentials were provided in the helpful caption ascribing him as “one of the party set”. I think a name and location were also included for the young man, but my thoughts were busy being tied into pretzel shapes by the challenge of how one gains the personal title and job description of “one of the party set”.