Chameleon Magazine

 🧢💔Brooklyn Beckham—professional heir, hobbyist photographer, and occasional sandwich assembler—is once again bravely opening up about the sheer trauma of having too much. 🥲 Born into a life of wealth, fame, and unrelenting privilege, he now wistfully dreams of being a bricklayer or plumber. You know, something real. Something with grit. Something that doesn’t come with a Range Rover at sixteen or a paparazzi entourage by eleven.

🔧 The Trials of Too Many Options: When Being a Billionaire’s Kid Just Isn’t Enough

Apparently, the weight of never having to worry about bills or real-life consequences has become too heavy a burden for our man Brooklyn. “If only I could have been a brickie,” he sighs from his £10M Beverly Hills mansion, probably while wearing socks more expensive than your rent. The horror of fancy schools, couture clothes, and having David Beckham as your dad? Unimaginable. 🫠

Instead of laying bricks, he lays claims to struggle. Instead of fitting pipes, he fits entire identities, cycling through careers like he’s scrolling a brunch menu. Model? Too easy. Photographer? Too blurry. Chef? Still Googling how to boil an egg. This isn’t a career path—it’s elite cosplay. And yet the media still laps it up like it’s a Cinderella story, not Confessions of a Designer Nepo Baby. 👶📸

And spare a moment of silence for Victoria Beckham—who, despite curating an entire fashion empire, now must endure her son’s existential dread over never being allowed to lay some tile. Heartbreaking.

🔥 Challenges 🔥

Are we really doing this? Are we actually expected to weep for the Gucci-clad child of celebrity royalty because he didn’t get to don a hi-vis vest and climb scaffolding? 😤 Pour your sarcasm, your side-eyes, and your snark into the comments—Brooklyn might need your emotional support… or just another film camera he won’t use.