Laura Craik on Kaia Gerber and supermodel genes

So the big news from all the fashion weeks is that Kaia Gerber won.

She won Celebrity Model Offspring, which is kind of like Britain’s Top Model, but not, because in Celebrity Model Offspring, every contender already has the advantage of famous genes. Tall, gorgeous, but born in Doncaster to a dinner lady and a scaffolder? Soz. If you want to be a model, you’ll have to go the proles’ route and linger outside Topshop Oxford Circus instead.

It will come as no surprise to Cindy Crawford fans that her 16-year-old daughter’s first bona fide show season went off with a bang. Kaia walked for Burberry, Prada, Fendi, Bottega Veneta and more — fashion fans are still recovering from the majorness of the Versace show, in which she shared a catwalk not just with mum, but with mum’s Nineties supermodel chums Naomi, Claudia, Helena and Carla (far right). But while good genes and nepotism played their part (duh), so too (according to the industry) did Kaia’s good manners. Just as when Kendall Jenner started her modelling career, designers, stylists, photographers and make-up artists are falling over themselves to rhapsodise about how ‘humble’, ‘kind’ and ‘hardworking’ Kaia is — partly to quash any perception that she is over-entitled, but mainly because good manners genuinely matter.

As there are now more Celebrities, celebrities and ‘celebrities’ in the world than there are cockapoos, it stands to reason that there will also be more celebrity offspring. So many celebrity offspring are there, in fact, that they even have their own show — Growing Up Supermodel, featuring ‘seven hot young models risking it all to live up to the careers of their famous parents’. Whoever you are, if you want a successful career, you have to work hard, play nice and be grateful. No matter what mum and dad did for a living, in life, you only get what you give. With apologies if you now have that New Radicals song in your head for the rest of the day.

Unhappy Sundays

I had just finished Ozark, possibly the darkest TV I’ve ever watched, so you’d think I’d be in the market for something light and fluffy, what with winter drawing in and interest rates about to rise and helicopters droning overhead as they try to abort the next terrorist attack. But no: it was straight on to being thoroughly depressed by the new Benedict Cumberbatch (left) vehicle, a cheery tale about a missing child and the disintegration of a marriage. Those fond of playing the ‘at least I…’ game on Sunday evenings (as in: ‘my career is in the toilet but at least I didn’t lose my child in a supermarket’) may have considered A Child in Time the perfect Sunday night viewing, but I’m hoping The Last Post, which occupies this Sunday’s cosy BBC1 9pm slot, is a bit more upbeat. It wouldn’t be hard.

INSTA-multitasking

‘OBSESSED’ is the ultimate made-for-Instagram word, I’ve decided, and this week I’m OBSESSED with Eva Chen. To be fair, this isn’t a new obsession — Chen didn’t get to be Instagram’s director of fashion partnerships without being really good at Instagram — but this week she’s taken her multitasking skillz to a whole new level, posting so many emoji and caption-spattered Stories (left) that her eyeballs must be in danger of imploding. Mainly, I’m in awe of how she finds time to exercise, despite going to all the NY/London/Milan shows, a pursuit that barely left me with enough energy to lift a tube of Pringles, never mind a dumbbell. Here’s Eva upside down on a yoga mat! Eva boxing in a gym! Whatever Instagram is paying her, the woman deserves a rise. And then a holiday.