The 7 Insta-favorites of May
If you ask me about my addictions, I immediately say after the Pouilly-Fumé from La Doucette (Princess Beatrix also occasionally sips a glass of it, so I know) and the crispy chocolate leaves from Huize Van Wely; Instagram.
The advantage is that you won't get drunk from it. Quite antisocial though. Need to take a leak? I scroll through Insta in the meantime. My conversation partner gets a phone call? Off I go, visiting the posts of my colleagues. Often I hope the traffic light stays red for a long time so I can check off a post. From experience, I know that Rotterdam, van wordt. Bijzonder asociaal wel. Een plasje doen? Ik scrol ondertussen door Insta. Mijn gesprekspartner krijgt een telefoontje? Hups, een bezoekje aan de posts van mijn collega’s. Vaak hoop ik dat het stoplicht lang op rood blijft staan zodat ik een post kan aftikken. Uit ervaring weet ik dat Rotterdam, Antwerp and Utrecht are the best places to Instagram while in traffic. There, the traffic light stays red for at least three minutes. The perfect timeframe for an Insta-update.
(Instagram: Josselin,Liesbeth and Jet)Because a shared addiction makes your own habits less severe, I share my weak spots with you. In the hope that you become just as addicted as I am.
Famous for his sports selfies, bed selfies, lip-sync performances, and shoe porn sequels. Love @Fredvanleer and so do 119,000 others.
If you follow her, you understand that David Beckham is still head over heels for her because the woman has humor. I remember the post of a pile of bulky waste where she wrote: “Somebody stole my bike!”. In the above image, she wrote: “I just opened a new store, soon I’ll be opening a pub.” I find it funny.
I love Leandra Medine. Her subtext was brilliant under that awful photo of Kim Kartrashian with her little North in matchy matchy lace outfits. North crawled crying from misery against the breasts (plenty of room to hide) and Leandra commented: “Me when I hate my outfit.”
Karl's spoiled kitty with a healthy dose of self-mockery sends texts: “Dogs have owners, cats have staff”, and: “Excuse me miss Caradelevingne, it’s MY daddy you’re kissing.”
Michael Carl works for Vanity Fair and tweets like a woman. “Waking up is never easy. Especially if you don’t know whether to wear the Celine or the Prada.” Or a photo of his niece, dressed as a Halloween witch or whatever, saying: ”Just watch what happens if you even think about touching my Celine bag!”
From features using the Dolce&Gabbana collection to mom's Christmas cake (Panetone) to a hundred posts and videos of cat Zambia. What is it with designers and cats? Reactions are welcome, but preferably in Italian.
I hate all posts of models next to huge slices of pizza that suggest they actually eat all of that. But Chrissy Teigen is so busy with pans, sizzling onions, and grilling beef slices that I a. believe everything, b. understand John Legend (her love) immensely, and c. want to eat with her tomorrow, what am I saying, tonight. And oh yes, how funny is it to respond to this text: “How is Chrissy Teigen a model?” with; “Because people pay me to wear things while I stare into a camera it’s amazing.”
