But just feeling the vim of the crowd, once I approached — the enthusiasm, contagious — helped to melt all that. I did not, for instance, ever imagine Miranda Priestley name-dropping Roxane Gay, the feminist writer, but that she does, at one point. While it is undoubtedly harder to project frosty restraint onstage — particularly in a musical — her Miranda, frankly, seems like the kind of woman Meryl’s Miranda would eat for lunch. Walking around the riverfront area — never gets old — I also stopped into the Museum of Ice Cream, on Michigan Avenue. The devil may wear Prada, but she most certainly does not do dairy.

Source: thestar August 11, 2022 08:14 UTC