This girl is mourning a Diva

 Hey girlies—

I can’t hold it in any longer: I’m officially in mourning. No, Anna Wintour is not dead (thank God), but her departure from Vogue feels like the end of an era. Without her, Vogue just… isn’t the same. Losing Anna is like losing your favorite stilettos—not irreplaceable in function, but irreplaceable in essence. Yes, Vogue will forever be Vogue, but without its diva-in-chief, something feels missing.The only thing that could possibly console me right now would be a new pair of Manolos. Honestly, the last time something hurt me this bad was when my Italian whispered, “I’ll always remember you,” as we broke up. Chic words, tragic delivery.

As for today—Friday—it started with three missed calls from a toxic ex. Waking up to that felt exactly like waking up with a broken nail and tangled hair: unnecessary chaos. Luckily, I had the perfect cure—Miss Romy Mars on repeat. She’s my new obsession, a vibe, and, dare I say, my second-favorite nepo baby after Hailey Bieber. (Sorry, Hailey, you still are the first tho!)

But girlies, let’s lighten things up. The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show is back on October 15, and you know I’ll be glued to my screen, commenting every moment with you. I’m crossing my fingers for glossy blowouts (because last year’s limp hair was not it) and secretly hoping Adriana Lima struts the runway one more time. Alex Consani, too—imagine the serve.

Before I let you slip into your weekends, here’s a beauty hack I picked up from Asian makeup routines: when you finish mascara, heat a needle (flat side only, babes, no pointy accidents), press up your lashes, and voilà—instant lift that lasts all day. Consider it my gift to you before your Friday night plans.This week may have been chaotic, heartbreaking, and Vogue-shattering, but we survived, girlies. I’ll see you next Wednesday, same time, same tea.

With love (and yes, my pajamas and a steaming cup of Earl Grey),

Gigi ✨