Wouldn’t it be The Worst if I told you that Cara Delevingne learned a new language during quarantine, in between baking breads you’ll never taste and hand-stitching masks you’ll never wear, and that she’s now fluent in whatever it was that you failed, repeatedly, in high school?
Well. “I wish I could say I learned a language,” the nearly 29-year-old sighs from her home in Los Angeles. Because high-achieving Cara “spent a lot of time working on things” and had many wild dreams of all she would accomplish with her newfound downtime, but just like regular-achieving you and me, what she actually did looked more like, say, your average post-breakup existential crisis self-reinvention via hair dye.
“I don’t know, during the pandemic, I was envisioning…you know when you close your eyes and you feel like the woman you want to be or whatever?” she says. “I just started seeing this woman with long, dark hair.” (Notice the bronde she’s flaunting in this here magazine.)
Her past year-plus…
