Setting aside for a moment any more serious thoughts about invasions of privacy, misogyny and tacky journalism - I was struck how even at their sleaziest the French do seem to manage these things with a certain je ne sais quoi.
Apparently accompanying the topless pictures of our new Queen-of-Hearts Princess Kate of Middleton and Cambridge was the caption:
'Exulted by the fragrance of lavender
from the neighbouring fields, Kate takes advantage of those delicious
moments of doing nothing and offers her breasts to the soft caress of
the Provence sun.[She
is] simply a spouse who feels well enough in her body and who has
nothing to hide from her husband. And love in its purest form. Pure
images of happiness without any cloud ... like a new Eden.’
It may read like soft porn with literary pretensions but it's simply impossible to imagine reading prose like that in OK, Now, Hello or any of the other celeb-gos rags in this country.
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