Helena Bonham Carter effortlessly outshone every women there at the Golden Globes. She was everything they were not: kooky, original, sexy, intelligent and fun. From her high piled birds nest hair festooned with net, to her one year old Vivienne Westwood dress, that suited her divinely, right down to her mismatched shoes – one green, one orange – she radiated uniqueness.
Sometimes I see her in my local supermarket, lily pale, hair piled up every which way, wearing khaki fatigues and dark glasses, every inch a star. I long to say how much I love her interpretation of the Red Queen in Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, but the privacy of such a beautiful, rare and exotic flower should be respected.