Please, where do you get them? Windsor those formidable coats, those make-up artists, those hairdressers, those stylists, those aesthetic doctors and those steeds? Why don’t we Spaniards enjoy anything similar?
The immortal Elizabeth II has once again dazzled us. She (and her elongated brand, which has no shadow) and her team, have given us a master class about what to be, do and, above all, look like so that humanity venerates you, and, ultimately, why the The people are not stupid, so that they feel that they are represented by their rulers, even more so if they have inherited their position.
Because citizens, naturally, look with suspicion at those who hold power, and everyone’s money. Because they know that those who, assisted by all kinds of assistants, travel in Rolls-Royce o en Falconthey are due, to their own benefit, which consists in the perpetuation of their privileges, whichever way you look at it and how it is exposed…
And it is in this that the English are true artists. Communication artists!*. For something the incombustible Commonwealth pays homage to her queen.
With respect to us… Our rulers and monarchs (go if they are apparent, lucid, modern…), and their respective departments of communication and image, are… I was going to say clumsy, but, let’s be benign and let’s leave it in fun. How much do we have to comment on this mythical funeral!!
Let’s see: Why was Queen Letizia in a bad mood? They say that her proximity to her well-known enemy, her King Emeritus, did not make her very happy. Look, as if it is Metatarsalgia, or carbohydrate deficit: a queen should not project herself so fragile. Showing anger and rage in conditions other than the strictest intimacy, for anyone, is grotesque, primitive and unintelligent because it denotes little tolerance, little patience, little humility and more importantly, a lack of self-control… (To Carlos III y sus enfaditos earless, they will be lecturing him right now).
And then, that in this event they have put Biden in his place, for cheating, and Macron, for being rude. You can’t attend Queen Elizabeth II’s funeral (or anyone else’s) in slippers, in a far from naive attempt to downplay the importance of the event and downplay its hosts in the process.
In short, I suffocate, that to Lilibet He must have been amused by the hooliganism, where redneck chauvinism collides head-on with British pragmatism. Not to mention the exquisite English sense of humour.
But let us return to the formal and narrative excellence of the Casa Windsor. How much beauty, how much wisdom… They are the only credible ones under a crown and on a throne for a reason, despite the multiple resignations in personality and behavior of several of them. Contradictions, errors, yes! but… oh! Those cinematographic, artistic images of the family: decorous and solemn, respectful and gloomy; and at the same time so bright and expressive….
Kate’s pleats, the polishing of cars and carriages, the shine of horses and hair… The black stilettos, the hats, the ceremonious children bowing… So much beauty and elegance produces, at least in me, who is sensitive, shudders. cardiac and spiritual and many doubts.
If even Meghan crying beautiful that she has wept more at this funeral than the entire British royal family put together since Shakespeare’s death; and it was nice to see her interpret her particular series, like someone who observes a Rothko.
Of course, my favorite series is Downton Abbey. And it’s not that I’m not moved by Latin, Terele Pavez or Carmen Maura. The Sopranos drove me crazy, that vaudeville transformed into a transcendent manual of Italian-American mobsters in tracksuits. Or… Narcos, both in its US version and in its Colombian version, I can enjoy the underworld of Medellin without limits and even fall in love with its psychopathic and paunchy protagonist.
But Downton Abbey versus No one lives here, Downton Abbey versus La casa de Papel or Vis a Vis. LOL. It’s not a criticism, it’s an observation.
English elegance, which we do not have, is central, cellular, it floats in the air; and its imprint weighs on the retina of those of us who are not blind since the first time we saw Mary Poppins.
*I have been working in communication and PR for 25 years.