Descending into the Cannes Film Festival is like heading into the eye of the storm. A bow tied and bejewelled storm. My team for this trip is the ebullient proprietress of Boutique Village Mme Clotilde Taillefer and the handsome Jules, her wonderful assistant and our designated driver.
On Friday night we headed down to the Croisette, with an invitation to an art exhibition on the beach of the super-fly Hotel 3.14. Our hosts were Karine et Patrick Partouche, the power couple at the helm of Partouche Group controlling over 45 casinos across the world. They are stalwarts of the scene down here and pull in a glamorous crowd. Stephane Cipre a rising star of contemporary art, was the man of the hour showcasing cinema inspired sculptures and paintings.
As the rose flowed (and flowed and flowed) and the sun set, so the music pumped and dancing ensued. There is something so terribly chic about watching women pour sand from their Valentino “Rockstud” Shoes.
Amongst the revellers and schmoozers was the wonderful Victor Delpierre, The World Cocktail and Barista Champion. Victor travels the world, consulting for bars, creating concepts and mixing damn fine drinks along the way.
Bearing more than a startling resemblance to the maestro of French fashion, Yves Saint Laurent, where Victor goes, so does the party. And the after party relocated to the main hotel of 3.14.
It takes a Circus theme in the bar and each floor is dedicated to a country for its decor. Moreover, rumour has it that instead of bibles, each room comes with rather more, shall we say, sensual offerings…I mean trust the French.
They had a magician turning parking tickets into 100Euro bills and a photo booth for the shy and retiring. Why can we never resist the opportunity? Click for evidence…
With the weekend hours away, and the weather reports set to be unusually hot, I was off to see a man about a boat…