Cara Delevingne's goofy grin at the Chanel couture show, with Karl Lagerfeld and Hudson Kroenig. Photo / AP Images
At the time of writing there is, on Cara Delevingne's Instagram account, a video of a penguin. As videos of penguins go, it is sufficiently endearing; more cute than anything from March of the Penguins, but slightly less cute than that footage of the baby penguin being tickled at San
Diego Zoo.
Unlike that little chap, the penguin in Cara's video doesn't fly about on the lino, wings akimbo, squealing in ticklish ecstasy. It's just a penguin, shuffling about doing its penguin-y thing, but it made me smile when it turned up on my feed yesterday, and gave me yet another reason to be grateful for Cara Delevingne.
Not that the list of reasons to be grateful for Cara D isn't long enough already. There's the return of bushy eyebrows, of course, a trend that took off pretty much on the sole basis of her face-framing caterpillars, a look so ubiquitous now that it's easy to forget there was ever an era when a beetling brow was the trademark of a comic-book copper rather than a supermodel.
Cara brought the brow back. She also brought back attitude to the catwalk. Proper, scrappy, "let's be havin' you" attitude, as opposed to the strutting froideur of her fellow models. For all her much-vaunted aristocratic antecedents, and whether she's doing bridal for Chanel, or turbaned up for Dolce & Gabbana, Cara's goofy grin and wicked side-eye glances telegraph a sense of mischief not seen on the runway since another skinny young English teenager took the world by storm straight out of Croydon.
Like Kate Moss, Cara knows how to party. This is another of the reasons why she's a good Instagram follow. Like most women in their early 20s, Cara is a relentless documenter of her own recreation and she shares most of it with her 41,000 followers.
