So Wednesday evening got off to the right foot when Sharon and I boarded a
Mercedes taxi-cab, for six, to enter the lavish Rust & Bone (French
Main Competition Film featuring the glamourous and Academy Award
Winner Marion Cotillard) after party at the Club de Cinema, the beachside tent
occupied by the elite Carlton Hotel. We walked down the promenade amidst gazers
and fans of all nationalities dying to catch a glimpse of French high society-
both involved and uninvolved in the film. ...So of course they were confused
when the two American girls giggled all the way down the walk pointing at
people and reminding themselves, "Ok, be cool. We're cool. It's cool. This
is cool."
We walked in and mozied down to one of the many open bars and scored
two glasses of the finest champagne. Just looking around at the clothes, shoes,
hair, was the absolute highlight of the night for me. I have never seen such
lavishness and luxury. We then found our way to the private room where the cast
had their own mini party, blocked off by two HUGE bodyguards. Marion was an
absolute vision, exquisite in a sequined box shoulder jacket and funky updo.
Her leading man, Mathias Schoenaerts, was even more attractive in person than
he was on screen. We stared at them, quite literally, in awe and snagged some
pics on our iPhones. We took laps around the party, sort of just gaping at it
all (and of course taking advantage of the champagne). We sat down to take it
in some more and these two men (boys? guys?) sat down with us. I decided that
we should make friends, but also decided Sharon should initiate- a task she
willingly took on. We soon got acquainted with Sebastian and Lorenzo, from
French New Guinea and Italy/Paris respectively, who gave us French High Society
101- pointing out important people left and right.
It went something like this,
Lorenzo: "So how did you like the movie? **Hushed** Wait don't
answer yet if you didn't like it...I say this because the producer and director
are right behind you..."
It was great that we met them because that would all have been totally lost
on us, and we didn't have to get up again for more champagne...
Lorenzo explained that the beach parties close at 2 on the dot,
government enforced, but the hottest clubs in Paris then take the stage and
host parties at Cannes to all hours of the night. So after making a few more
rounds and even hitting up the dance floor (or should I say dance tent?) at the
party, our collective arm candy escorted us to the after party at the Palais.
It was monitored by, acc. to Lorenzo "the bouncer" of Paris, who of
course he's friends with. So we get there and Lorenzo casually shakes the hand
of this massive man in a tweed jacket, dark sunglasses and a slanty eye. Not
exaggerating when I say he was the scariest man I have ever seen. We were
whisked away to this side door entrance that opened us up to a world unlike
anything I have ever seen before. It was fabulousness to the extreme, with
elaborate head-pieces and androganists. We danced and frankly, killed it despite
the fact that we so did not belong! Around 3:30 Sharon and I made eye-contact
and had an ESP moment that read: "This is so fun, getting a little
tired...we've been up for 21 hours straight...these guys are starting to get a
little pushy...let's end on a high note...ok GREAT" and decided to make the
dash.
I told Lorenzo that we had to go because we get locked out of our
dorm at 4, to which he responded:
"I have a room for you back in my flat..."
LOL No frenchman!!! Homegirl does not do things like that.
I laughed and said no no, and Sharon and I ran into a cab, giggling
all the way home. We got back and Adam was still awake so we plopped down on
his queen-sized bed (he pushed his two twins together...long story) and
recounted our crazy night.
Exclusive
VIP After Party at Cannes? Check, check and check. As Sebastian said, "The
entire world wishes they were at this party tonight. You have no idea quite how
lucky you are."
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