Camila Cabello caught everyone’s attention at the Met Gala with her unique ice clutch. The event took place at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City on May 6, where the 2024 Met Gala showcased some unforgettable looks. Her choice of accessory was especially unusual and came with a unique story.
Camila Cabello explained her unique accessory choice to Extra, saying, “I feel like it is impermanence and things decaying over time and the beauty in that.”
True to its theme, the ice clutch didn’t last the night. The former Fifth Harmony star revealed that the purse had transformed during the event. “It was a purse,” she said, “but then it broke about 5 minutes into being in line, so I called my stylist like, ‘What do I do?’”
With some quick thinking, Cabello decided to hold the remaining piece like a clutch and remarked, “We’re just trying things here.”
The clutch wasn’t just a block of ice. Designed by Jane Wade, it also featured a copper rose, echoing the single flower on the gala’s invitations, tying into the overall theme beautifully.
Cabello’s outfit included more nods to the theme of “beauty in decay.” Her stunning gown, designed by Ludovic de Saint Sernin, weighed 15 pounds and was adorned with 250,000 Swarovski crystals. The dress had intentional rips at the bottom, linking back to her theme of impermanence. To complete her look, she wore iridescent makeup and styled her hair in a “wet” ponytail.
The “Señorita”singer had the gala’s “Garden of Time” theme in mind when assembling her outfit, but she was also inspired by something else — her upcoming album, C,XOXO, set to release on June 28.
“It’s Miami-themed,” she shared with Variety, “so we’re dripping, we’re wet.” This statement not only ties back to her album’s theme, but also cleverly connects with her look and the gala’s overall ambiance.
Fans were quick to react to Camila Cabello’s unique ice purse, noticing that it was actually made from real ice as droplets visibly fell from it. Many initially mistook it for glass until they saw the melting. Concerned comments also emerged, with fans asking about the comfort of her hand, wondering, “Is your hand doing okay?” and even humorously questioning, “How did your hand not fall off?” One fan expressed admiration, exclaiming, “You are incredible! How could you even hold the ice for such a long time?”
The 2024 Met Gala featured the theme “The Garden of Time,” inspired by J.G. Ballard’s 1962 story. Celebrities wore outfits that highlighted the brief and changing nature of beauty and time. Check out more outfits here.
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Granddad Forbids Anyone from Touching His Old Mattress, Girl Finds Stash There after His Death – Story of the Day
Inside her late grandfather’s mattress, Brooke uncovers a stash that shatters everything she thought she knew about her parents’ death. But this hidden secret doesn’t just affect her; it threatens to destroy the entire town.
Brooke stood in the doorway of her grandfather’s bedroom, her nose prickling as memories flooded her mind. Her breath came in unevenly as she remembered all the times she had visited him, almost hearing Granddad Charles’s hearty laugh echoing through the halls.
“I can’t believe he’s truly gone,” she whispered, running her hand along the old oak dresser.
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The room smelled of old books and the faint scent of Granddad’s favorite pipe tobacco and his signature Aqua Velva aftershave.
After a moment, Brooke’s eyes fell on a framed photo of her parents on the nightstand. She was truly alone in this world now, as they had died years ago in a freak car accident.
As she began the daunting task of sorting through Granddad’s belongings, her mind wandered to how Granddad had never allowed anyone to touch his bed.
“Don’t you ever touch that mattress, young lady,” Granddad would say whenever Brooke jumped and bounced on the surface as a child. “It’s got more secrets than you can imagine.”
Now, standing before that very bed, Brooke felt an irresistible pull. She lifted one corner of the mattress, figuring that any secret would be hidden beneath.
She didn’t actually expect to find anything, much less something that would change everything. Beneath the mattress lay a small leather-bound book, yellowed newspaper clippings, and a stack of photographs.
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“Oh, Granddad,” Brooke breathed, “what were you hiding?”
She took the items and sifted through the papers. As she read, her eyebrows raised in surprise. For some reason, Granddad had meticulously documented the investigation into her parents’ “accident.”
He had been obsessed with it, claiming the police officers were corrupt, despite having served as a cop for decades himself. He had insisted that something was wrong.
Brooke hadn’t believed him then, but now, with the evidence before her, she felt compelled to dig deeper. Investigating this matter suddenly became her entire focus.
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“Mr. Johnson was seen leaving the Starlight Lounge, visibly intoxicated,” she read aloud. “Officer Parker waved him through a checkpoint.”
Brooke’s hands trembled as she pieced together the truth that her granddad had uncovered: the police had covered up the drunk driving of a wealthy person in town who run into her parents.
Hot, angry tears streamed down her face, but she refused to break down from the unfairness and frustration. She knew she had to do something about this information.
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“I’ll finish what you started, Granddad,” Brooke vowed. “They won’t get away with this.”
***
The next day, Brooke marched into the offices of the local newspaper, her granddad’s evidence tucked safely in her bag.
The bustling newsroom barely noticed her arrival, but she didn’t care.
Brooke walked straight to an editor’s office and blurted out, “I’ve got a story you need to hear!”
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The gruff man sitting behind the desk looked up from his reading and leaned back in his chair, eyeing Brooke warily. “Hello, young lady. I’m Frank, and I have to tell you, we get a lot of people in here claiming to have the next big scoop. What makes yours special?”
Brooke took a deep breath, sat in the chair opposite the editor, and began to lay out the facts. As she spoke, Frank’s expression changed from doubt to intrigue.
After a few minutes, he leaned forward, resting his head on his linked hands, clearly captivated by the story unfolding before him.
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“This is explosive stuff, Ms. Taylor,” he said when she finished. “Are you sure you want to go public with this? There could be serious consequences.”
Brooke’s eyes flashed with determination. “Sir, I’ve spent years wondering why the universe took my parents. Every birthday, every holiday, every milestone in my life since they died has been overshadowed by this unanswered question. Now that I know it wasn’t just fate, but foul play, I can’t sit on it. This isn’t just about my family anymore. It’s about every person in this town who’s been told to accept injustice because that’s just how things are.”
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Frank studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright, Ms. Taylor. We’ll run the story. But I need you to understand something. This isn’t going to be easy. People are going to come after you, try to discredit you, and maybe even threaten you. Are you prepared for that?”
“My grandfather was a cop for thirty years,” Brooke responded. “He taught me that doing the right thing isn’t always easy, but it’s always necessary. I’m ready for whatever comes.”
Frank’s face softened slightly. “Your grandfather sounds like he was a good man. Alright, let’s get to work. We’ve got a lot to do if we’re going to break this story wide open.”
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***
The story hit the front page the following week, and Brooke’s phone buzzed constantly with messages of support and outrage.
She also took to social media, sharing the link to the story and rallying people to demand justice.
“My parents deserved better,” she wrote in a viral post. “We all deserve better from those sworn to protect us.”
As public pressure mounted, the police department grudgingly reopened the case.
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Brooke watched with grim satisfaction as Officer Parker, the officer in charge of the original investigation, squirmed under questioning during a special press conference.
“We had no choice,” he finally admitted. “Mr. Johnson’s family has connections. We were told to make it go away.”
The Johnson family was indeed wealthy and influential, owning many businesses in the area and having funded the campaigns of several local government officials.
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The revelation sent shockwaves through the community, leading to protests outside the police station as citizens demanded accountability and transparency.
Protesters also gathered at Mr. Johnson’s and his family’s known properties in town. The Johnson family quickly lawyered up and hired PR representatives to try to discredit Brooke.
However, in this political climate, people were more inclined to believe the young woman who had lost everything. The community’s support for Brooke only grew stronger, and the pressure on the Johnson family and local officials intensified.
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While walking down the street one day, Brooke was suddenly surrounded by a swarm of reporters.
“Ms. Taylor, some people are saying you’re doing this for attention or financial gain. How do you respond to that?” one journalist asked.
Brooke’s eyes flashed with emotion, but she took a deep breath before responding. “I lost my parents when I was eight years old. Do you know what that’s like? I’m not doing this for fame or money. I’m doing it because for years, I’ve had a hole in my heart where my parents should be, and my granddad believed something was wrong. How could I possibly stay silent?”
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Her voice broke slightly, but she continued
“This isn’t just about me. It’s about every family who’s lost someone because people in power decided their lives were less important than protecting the wealthy and influential. It’s about making sure no other child has to grow up feeling like their parents’ lives didn’t matter. So no, I don’t care about attention or money. I care about justice, pure and simple.”
As the investigation progressed, more details emerged. It turned out that Mr. Johnson had a history of drunk driving incidents that had been swept under the rug, further fueling the community’s outrage and deepening the scandal.
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Other families came forward with similar stories of injustice, further exposing the depth of corruption in the town.
Months later, a trial was set, becoming a media circus. Each day, the courthouse steps were crowded with reporters and protesters.
Inside a cold courtroom, Brooke sat stoically as Mr. Johnson finally faced justice.
The prosecution presented a damning case, bolstered by the evidence her granddad had gathered. Brooke testified about the emotional and financial strains her small family suffered after her parents’ death, vividly describing the pain and loss they endured.
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But Brooke also added her own emotions, and the judge allowed her to speak. “My grandfather never stopped searching for the truth,” she said. “He knew something wasn’t right, and he refused to let it go. I’m here to finish what he started.”
As the trial neared its end, the Johnson family contacted the D.A.’s office, hoping for a settlement. The prosecutors consulted Brooke, but she refused any monetary offer.
“Money was always how the Johnsons solved things,” she thought. “Not anymore!”
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The case continued, and on the last day, Mr. Johnson stood and looked at Brooke. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I know it doesn’t change anything, but I truly am sorry.”
Brooke simply nodded.
The case concluded, and the jury took a couple of days to deliberate. The courtroom was hushed as they filed in.
“How do you find the defendant?” the judge asked.
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“Guilty, Your Honor,” the jury foreman replied.
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Brooke closed her eyes and felt a wave of relief wash over her. We did it, Granddad!
The aftermath of the trial brought sweeping changes to the town. Several corrupt officers were fired, and new policies were implemented to ensure greater accountability.
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The case and her story were the talk of the town for a long time, but Brooke didn’t care about the attention. Justice had been served, and Mr. Johnson would spend several years in jail.
Now, it was time to look to the future, and perhaps… help others find justice too.
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