We offer you the new comments of Lord Evgeni Minchev for the Telegraph newspaper in its weekly column TeleGAF.
Mira Dobreva “entangled” in fishing nets?
I hadn’t seen a knitted dress in Aunt Kunka’s shop since my elementary school. Aunt Kunka knitted it herself, on a hook, and gave advice on how to knit the same housewife in the warehouse, Vrabka, and Aunt Nonka, the cleaner. Beautiful dresses they got up, put on a little Bulgarian rose perfume and led the dance at the banquet for March 8th.
Mira Dobreva’s dress reminds me of those described so far. But Mira carries other messages, such as modernity, charm and charm. The dress is, to put it mildly, horrible and unsuitable for a celebrity like Mira. The highlight of this kitsch is the knitted rose, whose reputation has put it in such a prominent place. See the book, which suggests the intellectuality of the portrait, painted by a fishing net, a knitted rose and a white rose in general. Will Mira speak to me in the future if I say that this one dress reveals some parts of the body that would have been better left in the shade.
Zeineb with a dress sick with smallpox …
And our Zeineb in the windows of the fashion greengrocer’s shop. Like the actress Koleva described some time ago, she also wore something that abounds in green beans, pears, small lentils, spinach and everything for a summer table. The dress of the favorite presenter is like a smallpox and is written in advance. Is it possible for a girl who knows Kremena Halvajan to be allowed to be photographed and dressed like that? I wonder which friends Zeineb can give this dress as a gift … The director of “Na kafe” Tara has jeans, what is her dress in the hardware for. Maybe to Mont Deau, who will make a bizarre turban while his hair grows, or to Vesko Marinov for the curtains in his villa.
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Citiridis urgently to buy a mirror!
The boy who talks on TV and this time stumbles on the threshold of my fashion criteria. A huge gray jacket envelops his fragile figure and instantly compares it to the clothing of an old man who went for yogurt. I feel even more sour than the shoes – ridiculously blue canvases bring Citiridis back to preschool in the lesson for combining colors. Well, tomorrow he may decide to combine color with black-and-white television and no television with speech. It will not happen like that, Mr. Kolyo, so if Hacho is to be your star patron on the subject. Tight black pants do not contribute to this already exhausted look. They are just trying to reconcile the possible ways of fitting the shirt with the graffiti on the door behind him. Someone to teach Nikolaycho in his role as a public figure, to be able to pose, because that’s how he resembles a night drunk, turned to relieve himself on some corner. As Lilito sang, “And in the corner, and in the corner, Beethoven rejoiced …” Yes, but no one rejoices except Citiridis here.
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