GQ It’s written in the stars
Ionce saw Cara Delevingne cradle a lion cub. This was in Paris, two-and-a-half years ago, where the woman with the most arresting eyes in her industry unleashed at least a modicum of her inner animal by attempting to help the Swiss luxury watch brand TAG Heuer launch a series of suitably robust if not quite zoological timepieces. In a specially secured venue she paraded up and down a makeshift catwalk, branding the baby beast as though it were a rare mink. In front of 150 invitees (all of us grouped together in cages, ostensibly built to protect us, but rather ironically making us seem like caged beasts ourselves), the cub looked more unsure of itself than the model. But then Cara Delevingne tends to have that effect. She is nothing if…
