A premiere that left everyone talking.
The press tour for Dune: Part Two has turned into a showcase of high-fashion ensembles, particularly from Zendaya, whose bold fashion choices consistently astonish onlookers.
During the movie’s premiere in London, Zendaya, at 27, surpassed expectations yet again. Dressed by her trusted stylist, Law Roach, Zendaya made a striking appearance in a vintage Mugler robot suit.
The vintage couture outfit, first seen at the Paris Fashion Week in 1995, is crafted from silver fabric designed to mimic robotic armor, featuring PVC-covered cutouts, including those on the breasts and the back.
Zendaya offered a bold glimpse of the design’s revealing back as she struck poses on the carpet. Her rendition of the outfit was styled remarkably close to the original, complete with metallic pumps. Yet, she opted out of wearing the headpiece, choosing instead a sleek bun with side bangs and enhancing the look with a statement jewel necklace.
Her outfit choice gained mixed reactions online.
Despite the outfit’s glam, Zendaya’s look received mixed reactions online with some people calling it ’ridiculous’.
- «I love her and all, but no, this is ridiculous,» one user wrote.
- «Celebrities can wear trash bags these days and get praised for it,» another added.
- «Dressing up like this, showing the body, and then asking for privacy and respect? How?» asked one person.
However, some fans praised the actress for her fashion choices: - «This is a 1995 Robot suit by Mugler, it’s a piece of art and fashion history, I think Zendaya did amazing wearing this,» one said.
- «I do not get why everyone is hating. Not all famous women have to wear those Cinderella dresses. This is awesome!» another wrote, and we couldn’t agree more!
Zendaya’s behind-the-scenes decision.
Zendaya recently shared that her famous red carpet moment nearly didn’t happen. In a recent video for Vogue’s Life in Looks series, the 26-year-old star shared the behind-the-scenes story of her daring fashion choice.
Despite her enthusiasm for the idea, Zendaya’s stylist, Law Roach, initially had reservations. Concerned that Zendaya might back out at the last minute, Roach questioned whether she was serious about wearing such a bold ensemble. Zendaya remained committed to the vision.
Securing the archival design was just the beginning of the journey. One of the original creators of the suit from the ’90s even attended the fitting, and Zendaya described the experience as unexpected —the armor fit her like a glove, solidifying her belief that this fashion moment was meant to be.
She recently revealed she regretted her outfit choice.
However, as the premiere approached, doubts crept in. Zendaya admitted to second-guessing her decision, fearing that the outfit might be a «bad idea.» These doubts intensified when she faced physical discomfort when wearing the metal armor.
Zendaya revealed that within minutes of putting on the bodysuit, she began to feel lightheaded. The metal material quickly absorbed and trapped heat, causing discomfort exacerbated by the complete bodysuit and barrier between her skin and the metal.
Yet, the metal bodysuit proved to be too uncomfortable to endure for an extended period. Zendaya later changed into a more conventional yet equally stunning black cowl neck Mugler gown, adorned with vintage Bulgari earrings and an emerald ring.
Actually, in 2019 Zendaya tried a Cinderella dress too. Check out this article to decide which style suits her more.
My MIL Kept Bringing Her Towels and Sheets to Wash at My House – What I Found Out Left Me Speechless
My mother-in-law is obsessively organized, but when she started hauling her towels and sheets to wash at my house every week, something didn’t feel right. I was annoyed, and I knew she was hiding something. But what I discovered upon returning home early one day left me rattled.
I’m Claire, and at 29, I thought I had my mother-in-law Marlene all figured out. Four years of marriage to Evan taught me a lot, but nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered about his mother that day.
A distressed woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney
First, let me tell you about Marlene. She’s always been… well, intense, is putting it mildly. She’s the type who shows up unannounced at your doorstep, armed with homemade lasagna and an endless supply of opinions about everything from how I fold my laundry to the way I organize my spice rack.
“Claire, dear,” she’d say, barging in with her signature apple pie, “I noticed your garden could use some attention. And while we’re at it, have you considered rearranging your living room furniture? The feng shui is all wrong.”
I gripped my knife tighter, counting to ten in my head as I chopped the carrots. I’d grown used to her surprise visits and constant criticism, but that didn’t make them easier to swallow.
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“Oh honey, is that what you’re making for dinner?” Marlene’s voice drifted from my kitchen, where she stood inspecting my half-chopped vegetables. “You know Evan prefers his carrots julienned, not diced.”
“The diced carrots are for the soup stock, Marlene,” I explained, my voice tight with forced patience.
“Well, if you’re making stock, you really should roast the vegetables first. Here, let me show you—”
“I’ve got it under control,” I interrupted, stepping between her and my cutting board. “Don’t you have plans with Patrick today?”
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She fidgeted with her pearl necklace. “Oh, your father-in-law’s busy with his golf tournament. I thought I’d stop by and help you get organized. Your linen closet could use some attention.”
“My linen closet is fine,” I muttered, but she was already halfway down the hallway.
“Goodness, Claire!” she called out. “When was the last time you properly folded these sheets? The corners aren’t even aligned!”
It’s exhausting, but Evan adores her, so I’ve learned to bite my tongue and smile. After all, she’s his mother, and I’d rather keep the peace than start a war I can’t win.
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But things took a strange turn about two months ago. That’s when Marlene started showing up weekly with garbage bags full of towels and bed linens.
She’d breeze past me like it was perfectly normal, saying, “Oh, I thought I’d use your washer and dryer today. Mine aren’t working quite right anymore.”
Two weeks later, it started getting worse. I was sipping my morning coffee when the doorbell rang. There stood Marlene, clutching three large garbage bags loaded with dirty laundry.
“My washing machine’s acting up again,” she announced, pushing past me. “You wouldn’t mind if I used yours, would you, dear?”
Three large garbage bags loaded with dirty laundry | Source: Midjourney
I blinked at her retreating form. “Your washing machine? The one you just bought six months ago? You said you were going to fix it, right?”
“Oh, you know how these modern appliances are,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “They make them so complicated these days.”
I watched her disappear into my laundry room, my coffee growing cold in my hands. Something felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what.
That night, I brought it up to Evan. “Don’t you think it’s weird? Your mom showing up with laundry every week?”
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He barely looked up from his laptop. “Mom’s just being Mom. Remember when she reorganized our entire garage because she thought the holiday decorations were in the wrong boxes?”
“This feels different,” I insisted. “She seemed… nervous. Like she’s hiding something.”
“Claire,” he sighed, finally meeting my eyes. “Can we have one evening without analyzing my mother’s every move? It’s just laundry. She’s always welcome to use our washing machine. Maybe she’ll stop once she gets hers fixed.”
But it didn’t stop.
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Every week, like clockwork, Marlene would appear with her bags of laundry. Sometimes, she’d wait until I got home, and other times, she’d use her emergency key — the one we’d given her for actual emergencies, not impromptu laundry sessions.
“Found more sheets that need washing?” I asked one Wednesday, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.
“Just a few things,” she replied, hurrying past me. Her hands were trembling as she loaded the washer.
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I called Evan at work, my frustration boiling over. “Your mother’s here again. Third time this week.”
“I’m in the middle of a meeting, Claire.”
“She’s acting weird, Evan. Really weird. I think something’s going on.”
“The only thing going on is you turning this into a bigger deal than it needs to be,” he snapped. “I need to go.”
I was deeply concerned by Marlene’s erratic behavior.
A suspicious woman in a laundry room | Source: Midjourney
The truth finally surfaced on a fateful Friday that week. I’d left work early, hoping to surprise Evan with a home-cooked meal. Instead, I was the one surprised when I saw Marlene’s car in our driveway.
The washing machine’s hum guided me to the laundry room as I quietly entered the house. She was frantically transferring wet linens from washer to dryer, her perfectly manicured nails catching on the fabric in her haste.
“Marlene?”
“Claire! I… I didn’t expect you home so early!” She screamed, spinning around.
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“Clearly,” I said, taking in the scene. That’s when I saw a pillowcase with distinct rusty red stains. My stomach lurched. “What is that?”
“Nothing!” She reached for it, but I was faster.
“Is this BLOOD?” My voice shook. “Marlene, what’s going on?”
“It’s not what you think,” she whispered, her face draining of color.
My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. “Tell me the truth right now, or I’m calling the police.”
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“No!” She lunged for my phone. “Please, I can explain!”
“Then explain! Because from where I’m standing, this looks really fishy.”
“I’ve been…” She sank onto the dryer, her shoulders slumping. “I’ve been helping injured animals.”
Of all the scenarios I’d imagined, this wasn’t one of them. “WHAT?”
“Strays,” she continued, tears welling up in her eyes. “I find them at night… cats, dogs, even a baby raccoon once. I wrap them in towels and take them to the emergency vet. Last night, I found a little puppy. He was curled up near a dumpster. Poor thing was hurt.”
An emotional senior woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney
I sat down on a chair, trying to process this revelation. “But why all the secrecy?”
“Patrick,” she said, twisting her wedding ring. “He’s severely allergic to animal fur. If he knew I was bringing strays into our garage…” She shuddered. “Last year, I tried to help an injured cat. He was so angry and threatened to cancel our joint credit card. Said I was wasting money on ‘worthless creatures.’”
“So you’ve been secretly saving animals and washing the evidence at OUR house?”
She nodded miserably. “Last week, I found a dog with a broken leg behind the supermarket. The week before, it was a cat trapped in a storm drain. I couldn’t just leave them there, Claire. I couldn’t. Those poor things.”
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“How many animals have you helped?”
“Over 71 since January,” she whispered. “All of them found homes, except for the ones that were too far gone to save.” Her voice cracked on the last words.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I gently squeezed her hand.
“Everyone already thinks I’m controlling and obsessive,” she wiped her eyes with a damp tissue. “I didn’t want to give them another reason to judge me.”
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“Judge you? Marlene, this is amazing.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? You don’t think I’m crazy?”
“I think you’re brave,” I said, surprised by how much I meant it. “And I want to help you.”
“You do?”
“Of course. But no more sneaking around. We’ll do this together, okay?”
She hugged me then, something she’d never done before. “Thank you, Claire. You don’t know what this means to me.”
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That evening, after helping Marlene fold her now-clean linens, I heard Evan’s key in the lock. I quickly wiped away the tears we’d shed while she told me stories about all the animals she’d saved.
“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing the laundry basket. “Mom’s washing machine still broken?”
I thought about the kitten Marlene had described finding last evening, barely alive in a dumpster. About how she’d stayed up all night feeding it with an eyedropper. About this whole other side to the woman I’d misjudged for so long.
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“Actually,” I smiled, “I think her washing machine’s not gonna work for quite some time. She can feel free to use ours. I don’t mind!”
“Really? I thought you were—”
“Let’s just say your mom has her reasons,” I said, thinking of our new shared secret. “And they’re better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
I left that conversation with a new understanding of the woman I’d thought I knew. And while our relationship would never be perfect, I learned that sometimes the most beautiful truths hide in the most unexpected places… even in a pile of crimson-stained laundry.
A cheerful woman holding folded laundry | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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