May’s 7 Insta-favourites
Ask me what my addictions are and I’ll say the Pouilly-Fumé from La Doucette (I know that Princess Beatrix also has a glass every now and then) and the crispy chocolate leaves from ‘Huize Van Wely’ and then; Instagram.
The benefit of the latter is that I don’t put on weight or get drunk from it. Very anti-social though. Need to take a pee? I scroll through Instagram. My conversation partner gets a call? Quick, a visit to my colleague’s posts. I often wish that the traffic light would stay red a little longer so I can post something. I know from experience that Rotterdam, Antwerp and Utrecht have the best places to Instagram in the traffic. Their traffic lights stay on red for at least three minutes. The perfect time for an Insta-update.
(Instagram: Josselin,Liesbeth and Jet)Admitting and sharing your addiction makes it less harmful, so I’m sharing my weakness with you. In the hope that you’ll get just as hooked as me.
Famous for his sport-selfies, bed-selfies, playback performances and shoe porn sequels. Love @FredvanLeer and so do 119.000 others.
If you follow her, you’ll understand why David Beckham is still head over heels in love with her, because the woman has a sense of humour. I remember a post of a mountain of rubbish, she wrote: “Somebody stole my bike!”. She wrote underneath the above photo:”I just opened a new store, soon I’ll be opening a pub.” sharply funny.
I love Leandra Medine. Her sub text underneath the horrible picture of Kim K and little North in matchy-matchy lace outfits was brilliant. North is crying up against Kim’s breasts (plenty of place to hide) and Leandra commented: “Me when I hate my outfit.”
Karl’s spoiled fur-child posts texts with a healthy dose of self-mockery: “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 as a woman. “Waking up is never easy. Especially if you don’t know whether to wear the Celine or the Prada.” Or under a photo of his niece, dressed as a Halloween magician of whatever says: ”Just watch what happens if you even think about touching my Celine bag!”
From features with the Dolce&Gabbana collection in them to mommy Gabbana’s Christmas cake (Panetone) to hundreds of posts and films of kitty Zambia. What is it with designers and cats? Reactions are welcome but preferably in Italian.
I can’t stand posts of models holding huge pieces of pizza, suggesting that they’re actually going to eat it all. But Chrissy Teigen is so genuine with all her pans, simmering onions and frying beef steaks that I a.) believe her, b.) have a huge understanding for John Legend (her love) and c.) want to eat at hers tomorrow, or what am I saying, tonight. Oh yeah, and how funny is this text: “How is Chrissy Teigen a model?” she reacts with; “Because people pay me to wear things while I stare into a camera it’s amazing.”
