When a fire at a children's home in Guatemala killed dozens of teenage girls, it exposed a culture of abuse. Suyapa Milian lived there for more than a year when she was a teenager.

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When she’s starring alongside Sandra Bullock in Ocean’s 8 or rapping about her vagina on YouTube, she’s Awkwafina. But at home she’ll always be Nora Lum from Queens The front desk clerk at the Beverly Hills Hotel is polite but puzzled. “Nora Lum? No, we have no one staying here of that name.” How about Awkwafina, I ask, spelling it out for him. He looks at me as though he thinks I might be messing with him. “Sorry, madam,” – is that a note of relief in his voice? – “no one of that name either.” I reach for my phone, but then I have an idea. Sandra Bullock? Suddenly I have the attention of all three front desk clerks. “This way, madam.” “Who the fuck is Awkwafina? That’s everyone’s reaction,” laughs Nora Lum/Awkwafina (pronounced Aquafina) when I eventually find her. She and Bullock – or “Sandy” as Lum affectionately calls her – are both holding court at the hotel today to discuss their new movie

The quiet, unpretentious San Buenaventura is only an hour from Malibu – but a world apart The San Buenaventura state beach is all but empty of sunbathers. The only bodies on display are the ones at Surfers Point, where a constant churn of frothy white peaks keeps them bobbing aloft on their distant boards. From there, the sands sweep south to infinity, or at least to the neighbouring town of Oxnard. It’s a 10-mile stretch of southern Californian coastline, less than an hour’s drive from Malibu, and there’s not a celebrity tan in sight.

Seamas O’Reilly’s father brought up a huge brood of children on his own. He also built their house and filled it with love, laughter and DIY catalogues. So how does that make Seamas feel now that he’s about to become a dad? Many’s the Father’s Day my dad awoke to the sound of soft padding at the carpet outside his room, and the doorknob stiffly turning as we emerged. In actual fact, no; he would have woken one hour earlier, to small, quick feet scurrying through the hall and to the kitchen, where his special breakfast was prepared. In that thick way of children, we had mastered the art of whispering louder than we spoke, and a cacophony of hushed screams, frantic scribbling and battered saucepans resounded through the building, masked only by the steady clatter of moderately serious trips and falls, themselves so common in our house as to have become white noise. I imagine my father sitting up in bed with a book set aside for the purpose, studiously ignoring the fights breaking out among the grubby little servers now traipsing down the hall, pushing a battered little tea trolley towards his door. This last contraption, dating from the mid-Triassic, was three turns of a screw away from being shrapnel, and sported thick brass wheels which, even on the plush, brown carpet of our hall, made a noise like the Eiffel Tower being folded into a quarry. The children unloaded like the freckled contents of a rural Irish clown car

The pair showed off their model prowess as they took to the runway for Versace's show during Milan Fashion Week.