Surpresas no “BRIT AWARDS” 2017

Os Brit Awards foram entregues em Londres e a O2 ficou ao rubro com a actuação de artistas como Katy Perry, Coldplay, Robbie Williams e Bruno Mars, entre outros. O evento que contou com algumas surpresas teve na red carpet um dos seus momentos altos.

O outro foi aquele em que ficou a conhecer-se o grande vencedor da gala. A honra coube ao falecido músico Davis Bowie que triunfou nas categorias de Melhor Álbum Britânico, “Blackstar” e Melhor Artista Masculino a solo Britânico. Foi a primeira vez que um Brit de Melhor Álbum Britânico foi entregue a título póstumo.

Melhor Álbum Britânico, Davis Bowie

A gala, que teve como anfitriões Dermot O’Leary e Emma Willis, ficou ainda marcada pelo tributo a George Michael, um dos falecidos de 2016, com a versão de ‘A Different Corner’ de Chris Martin (dos Coldplay).

A homenagem a George Michael provocou grande emoção


– Artista Britânico Masculino: David Bowie

– Artista Britânica Feminina: Emeli Sandé

– Grupo Britânico: The 1975

– Artista Revelação Britânico: Rag’n’Bone Man

– Sucesso Global Britânico: Adele

– Single Britânico: Little Mix – “Shout Out To My Ex”

– Álbum Britânico: David Bowie – “Blackstar”

– Artista Masculino Internacional: Drake

– Artista Feminina Internacional: Beyoncé

– Grupo ou Dupla Internacional: A Tribe Called Quest

– Vídeo Britânico: One Direction – “History”

– Prémio Escolha dos Críticos: Rag’n’Bone Man

– Ícone Britânico: Robbie Williams

Fotos: DR., Instagram



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