Now, here's something that will warm your cockles. Or at least, make your corned-beef legs feel a little bit less self-conscious. Because, for the pale of pallor among us, Hollywood has ushered in an important change to the red-carpet beauty diktat: pasty legs are OK. OK?

As evidenced by Bella Heathcote, Jessica Pare and the Haim girls (is there a better arbiter of cool?) last night at a dinner in LA hosted by Chloe, bare legs, unsullied by the effects of a chemical tan, nor the cocooning but drearily safe effects of opaques, are now out and proud. 

Yes, it may seem trivial, but the sudden proliferance of pasty legs marks an important shift in the culture of what constitutes 'red carpet glamour.' It used to be that every young ingenue who dared set foot on the hallowed fibres of a red carpet, would first need to be scrubbed down, gilded and doused with glitter until they resemble an actual Oscars trophy. Or, Glinda the good witch. 

It's all part and parcel of the new (and entirely welcome) f*** it attitude to timely beauty rituals. Spending three hours crippled and bent over the bath, swathing your legs in fake tan or sparkle lotions isn't very Chanel (even though she was all about a tan). Now, more importance is placed - quite rightly - on authenticity. And nonchalant cool. The message is: if you're pale, embrace it, if you're olive-skinned, go you, and if you have black skin, your legs always look good anyway.