Rihanna took herself out for dinner yesterday in New York in a polo over baggy jeans with the Fendi Baguette shearling crossbody that was sent down the runway over two years ago. This, obviously, is its most high-profile appearance out in the wild since, you know, it’s Rihanna and also because she just confirmed her most recent pregnancy on Monday at the Met Gala which we’ve all kinda been waiting on for a couple of months now.
She was in the mood for pasta – and since she’s in NYC and not LA, without the option to go to her spot, Giorgio Baldi, she hit up Carbone instead, with her own bread. This is one of my favourite things about her, and I know it’s a long list, but she often dines alone, and not in obscurity. With her security present, obviously, but she’s not the kind of person who needs company in public all the time, and Carbone is a heatscore.
As a mother of two, soon to be three, and probably many parents can relate, going out for dinner by yourself is likely a gift to yourself. Even if you’re not a parent, though, a solo dinner is… luxurious. I love posting up at the bar and ordering for one (but enough food for two). Sometimes I bring a book, sometimes my headphones, sometimes nothing if the bar gives you a good look inside the kitchen and you can watch them work. Sometimes I do the crossword. Not sure how Rihanna spends her time when she’s dining on her own but she obviously needed it on a Thursday afternoon.
What else happened today…
This is scary – a Fox News correspondent fainted during a live broadcast and the dude beside her stayed in frame which, to me, means his television instincts are stronger than his human ones. (Pajiba)
Diane Kruger wore a really great headpiece to the New York City Ballet gala. It’s beautiful and dramatic and extra… but I still prefer Rosamund Pike’s at the Golden Globes. (Go Fug Yourself)
Keith McNally is sort of not really apologising to James Corden for putting him on blast and adding to the story by revealing how desperate James was for Keith to walk back what he shared about his bitchy behaviour. Who wins? Gossip wins. (Celebitchy)
Law Roach is saying we might never see Zendaya’s wedding dress and… this makes sense, as sad as it is that we won’t get to see what will undoubtedly be a nuclear slay. She and Tom Holland don’t need to put anything about their wedding out there like that, not with the already ridiculous fascination with their relationship. I count myself in the ridiculousness. (Marie Claire)
We are witnessing the dawn of the pop culture Pope. Because over the last 24 hours, he had a popstar at his conclave, his brother going full TMZ on his gaming habits and his baseball preferences, and now he might be influencing pub culture. A drink from Chicago, Malört, has now entered the chat. (The Ringer)
