Ana de Armas and Louis Vuitton a Perfect Match Made in Fashion

Alright, so, let’s yak about this… this Anna what’s-her-name and that fancy-schmancy Loo-wee Vuitton, yeah? That’s what the young’uns call it, right? Loo-wee Vuitton. Sounds like something you’d cough up after a bad batch of collard greens, but hey, what do I know?

I saw them shiny pictures on the internet, the thingamajig my grandson showed me. This Anna girl, pretty as a picture, all dolled up. They say she’s the face of Loo-wee Vuitton’s, whatchamacallit, fine jewelry? Fine jewelry, huh? Back in my day, fine jewelry was a string of pearls your grandmama gave you or maybe a nice, sturdy gold chain for your locket. This stuff…well, it’s something else.

They got this…this “Le Damier” thing. Don’t ask me what it means, sounds Frenchified to me. Probably means somethin’ simple like “squares” or somethin’, but they gotta make it sound all highfalutin, you know? City folk always do that. Makes ’em feel important, I reckon.

Anyways, this Anna girl, she’s wearin’ all this bling. Shiny stuff, sparkly stuff.
Lots of gold, I think. And diamonds, maybe? Can’t tell for sure from that little picture on the phone, but it glitters like a fish scale in the sun.
They say she “personifies the timeless enchantment.” Lordy, what a mouthful!

What it means, I guess, is she makes the jewelry look good. And I reckon she does. She’s a purty thing, that Anna. Reminds me of that movie star, the one with the…the… oh, never mind. My memory ain’t what it used to be.

Now, this Loo-wee Vuitton…they been around a long time, I hear. Make all sorts of fancy goods. Purses, shoes, clothes…and now this jewelry. Must cost a pretty penny, I’ll tell you that. Enough to feed a family for a year, probably. But folks with money, they like to spend it on shiny things, I guess. Makes ’em feel good, maybe?

I ain’t got no problem with it, mind you. It’s their money, they can do what they want with it. Me, I’d rather spend my money on a good, sturdy pair of boots or maybe some extra fertilizer for the garden. But that’s just me. I’m old-fashioned that way. This Anna girl, she probably ain’t never seen a garden hoe in her life. Bless her heart.

But back to the jewelry… It’s all shiny and new, I guess. Probably made by some fancy machines in some big city factory. They probably got folks over there wearin’ white coats and magnifying glasses, makin’ sure every little diamond is in the right place. It’s a whole different world than the one I know, that’s for sure. But it’s interesting, I guess. Like lookin’ at a picture of a foreign country.

My grandson told me something about a “Francesca Amfitheatrof” person? Sounds like another one of them fancy names. Guess she’s the one designin’ all this bling. Well, good for her, I say. She’s makin’ a livin’, and that’s what matters. We all gotta hustle, one way or another. Whether you’re diggin’ in the dirt or designin’ diamond necklaces, it’s all the same in the end.

So, there you have it. Anna what’s-her-name and Loo-wee Vuitton. Shiny jewelry and fancy names. It ain’t my cup of tea, but it’s somethin’ to talk about, ain’t it? And that’s what matters these days, I guess. Just keepin’ the conversation goin’. And maybe, just maybe, learnin’ a little somethin’ new along the way.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens. They’re more valuable to me than any diamond necklace, I’ll tell you that much!

And this whole thing makes me think, maybe Anna and this Francesca lady, maybe they just like making pretty things. Like I like making quilts. Same thing, different materials, I reckon. We all just want to leave something beautiful behind, in our own way.