The 100th Martell Anniversary Celebration, March
HE'S never been happier! SHE looks....fine. I mean, it's fine. It's boring. You can't run in it. You certainly can't leap out of your hot air balloon, cradled in the arms of Sven, your bodyguard/lover/escape-facilitator in it. Maybe the capelet turns into a parachute.
ATP Masters Series Monte Carlo - April 16
"ALONE AT LAST. GOD I am so happy. Look how happy I am. Alone. Have you ever SEEN ME THIS HAPPY? NO."
ATP Masters Series Monte Carlo - April 22
Here we go again. I don't even know what she is wearing. It's weird. It's like, I get that this is a tennis tournament and I like the idea of the blazer over tennis whites, but...full-length? Seriously? In the daytime? If this had been cocktail length -- or at another event -- I would have been all over it. As it is: CAN'T RUN IN IT.
ATP Masters Series Monte Carlo - Day Eight
"Psst. Rafa. Let's you and me lose the stiff and run off to the Galapagos Islands together. It'll be great. I promise. Or just stuff me in your luggage on the way out. IT'LL BE A CAPER." Also: this is a good look at the new hair. Which I don't hate, but I do think is a little severe on her?
Princess Charlene Visits The Turtles
And here she is, visiting tom turtles/tortoises that were gifts from the Republic of Mali. "I bring you TORTOISES as a token of the great esteem that exists between our two nations!" is some Old School Royal Court shizz. I love it. And while I do not love what she is wearing, I love that it feels like a salute to Amelia Earhart. FLY AWAY, PRINCESS CHARLENE. FLY!