These days I have been seeing Meryl Streep, or rather, I have been seeing her. Brand new Princess of Asturias Award for the Arts, the American actress has walked through Oviedo amidst bagpipes and applause, competing in popularity with Leonor herself and her august parents.
On the screen she is enormous, the best, but in person Meryl is not the most beautiful in the neighborhood, nor the tallest, nor the best hairdo, and yet she manages to attract attention for her striking presence and spirit, which breaks all the molds. than someone who, like her, is 74 years old is supposed to be. The best thing is her ideology: “At this point in life we are not willing to deprive ourselves of anything. Whether it's a good beer, a good kiss, a good lover; or send someone who deserves it far away.” That is the wealth of it.
The protagonist of Out of Africa must be one of the highest-paid actresses in the world, which gives rise to the assumption that she has a great fortune, and that is where her greatness lies, precisely because she does not seem to have delusions of.
She is not known for a large mansion, she is not dressed in clothes or accessories that scream look how rich I am; In Oviedo he has not asked for any eccentricity such as two million roses in the room or water directly brought from the Himalayas. The only luxury (which is not so much when it comes to saving time and meeting all commitments) has been traveling by private plane from New York to Asturias.
The point is that Streep would never take photos on the plane surrounded by luxury bags like Cristiano Ronaldo's Georgina does, or so many other influencers (or influencers, as Anna R. Alós would say), who have the lack of shame to flaunt their spend the annual budget of ten families on accessories.
By the way, those responsible for the most prestigious luxury brands, which continue to be a style reference for women like Grace Kelly and Jacqueline Kennedy, among others, do not deserve that their items are the object of ostentation by classless women who would do anything (and when I say everything, it's everything) for getting someone to give them one of their bags.
