Do you remember Brady?

Each time I see her, she has perfect style. Simple and elegant, just right. In her shop, after a première with her husband, the awesome Jason Schwartzman (I’ll show you a picture soon!), or on her way to London, where she was headed on Saturday.

My own travel style was pretty random for a long time-remind me to tell you about my first trip to go meet Scott. I wanted so much to look super cool so he would fall head over heels when he saw me, that I spent the entire trip in a super skinny jean, crazy high heels and an enormous fur (Yeah, totally stupid, but, hey, the James Bond girl airport arrival totally worked ;-)– but today, I think I know what I need:

- A pair of super soft ballerina flats, like my Chloes. So thin that most times they don’t even ask me to take them off at security.
- A skinny jean with a lot of stretch. Zara makes the perfect pair. Or a pair of sweatpants for when I travel more than 6 hours.
- A cotton tee shirt.
- A vintage military jacket (not too light, not too heavy, it’s good cause you dont care if it gets wrinkled).
- A great cashmere scarf, like my Sarti, that also plays the role of a blanky.
- A pair of noise canceling headphones, a mini revelation I discovered recently.

That’s it! No belt, no jewelry, hair back.

But there are things I still forget each time- and that is my only difference from Perfecta, who in this case is the travel pro model who will never forget:

- Her contention socks. I know it’s not chic to even talk about it, but I tried them once and it works super well.
- Her hydrating lotion (that you have to put on every 2 hours if you’re a good Perfecta).
- Her dried fruits (a perfecta never eats in the plane, are you crazy, it’s too salty!!! What about water retention?? Hey have a shooting to go to when I land!!!).
- To drink water every hour.

Mmmm I think that’s it. Am I forgetting anything? Can you think of something? Tell me now, because I’m  on my way to the airport!

So goodbye Festival de Cannes! And thank you Chopard for taking such great are of us. I’ll be back soon with a lot of pictures and…a super cool Pardon My French in Cannes!

I love this poster.

We were talking about it with Sophie, the other day, and she told me one thing I had never thought about (like Sophie does very often) : that Marilyn, at the time that was taken that picture, was despised by the Festival and had not taken it seriously at all because she was playing in comedies…

Well, Marilyn is the queen of Cannes today…

I love the collaboration I did with Reed Krakoff. Some pictures from around the world, a bag, some voiceovers… It’s different, and that’s why I like it, a lot. You can see the whole project here.

The Martinez Hotel during the Cannes Film Festival is so crazy.

You’ll run into Bruce Willis (three body guards push right in front of you to get on the elevator and you don’t even flinch)(not even to be on the elevator with him?), and you’ll come across Bill Murray (with an entourage of about 10 people, stripped pants AND Madras jacket), and you’ll get your car confused with Lana Del Rey’s (sublime blue dress, stops for a meet-and-greet like the good ol’ days. I love people who seem to enjoy being famous) and Michel Hazanavicius will be right there in front of you when you order a glass of whiskey (just to add to the movie star scene,you don’t even finish it) with an irresistible young actor, Ezra Miller.

A wonderful young actor, right on the cusp of fame, the perfect time to get a photo. And so handsome, right?

Everything changes so quickly, you know? I wonder how it all happens. How does celebrity change you ? How do you end up needing protection? When do you start to love it and hate it at the same time?

Yesterday, at the opening ceremony of the 65 Cannes Festival, where I had the great pleasure of being invited by Chopard (I promise I’ll try to tell you how it feels to walk
on the red carpet!!!), a very well known actress who has been a little out of the lime light came into the theater. Just magnificent. A dress with a train, and the most sublime jewelry.

As soon as she found her seat, she realized her seat wasn’t in the best spot. She made a face and I saw her make her way out of the room. She waited for the lights to get dim to go in again.

That little gesture,it isn’t at all about snobbery.

It’s just how one manages celebrity. It’s a little like fashion week, actually.

It’s not that you’ll die if you’re not in the front row, it’s just that if you’re seen in the standing section, it’s just not the right image you want to put out for your career.

For an actress, to be seated in the back of the room at the Palais des Festivals, it just isn’t a sign of a very lively career.

In the movie world, not many people know me. Nobody cares where I sit and I can just lose myself in the moment. I get to be relaxed right smack dab in the middle of all my idols (Wes Anderson, Bill Murray, Nani Moretti, no seriously!!!) who dazzle me with their work as I keep my mouth shut.

And I find that the speech of the hostess of ceremony, Berenice Béjo, who talks about noise and silence, comes at such perfect timing…

[…] The beginning of the film, for those who see it, is just a giant void. It’s a certain silence. And then the noise makes its way in. The sound of laughter, the noise of the heart.

And the sound of Cannes! The sound of journalists crying out your name. The shouts of journalists crying out your name for you to move because you’re in their shot of Catherine Deneuve… And the sound of Ferraris rolling down the street at 5mph, stuck in the Croisette. The sound of helicopters landing on yachts and the sound of me saying “hey did you see that! It’s a helicopter landing on a yacht!”

And tonight, in front of you, I tell you this one thing.

Just be quiet. Be quiet with you telling a child not to dream, that this isn’t possible!

Be quiet. Be quiet you, looking for anything wrong, you who groan wanting a movie to be more this or more that… You who make fun of those watching a movie with the bright eyes of a child.

Be quiet. Men shouldn’t cry? Quiet, you.

Be quiet. The film was a big success,you knew it already? Be quiet.

Be quiet. The films that didn’t work at all, so predictable… Be quiet.

And more than anyone, you, who answers your phone in the middle of a movie… Be quiet.

And now, I’m going to follow my own advice and let cinema speak for himself, for he will always have the last word.

Okay, I almost managed to keep quiet. After about 340 tweets (okay, 5, but that’s like 340 for me, I am kind of tweet-shy)…

But as soon as the movie started, I turned my phone off. And I forgot myself completely. I forgot about the celebrities around me, I forgot where I was, and I let myself be taken into the universe of Moonrise Kingdom…

It’s funny how tattoos have become a fashion accessory. Here in New York everybody has one.

A lot of my friends have micro tattoos–the name of their boyfriend or the name of their mother on the inside of their wrist or they have a mini drawing ala Kate Moss (she has an anchor) on the arm. One of them (she will recognize herself, kisses darling!) has 100% written on her forearm and when I asked her what it meant she raised her eyes and started laughing.

Let’s not even start with men. In Brooklyn, a guy without a tattoo is a curiosity. They have tattoos on their forearms, their hands, and even on their necks. Nobody is worried about things like, “how am I going to find a job” or “how will it look when I age.”

When I think about that, I think the freedom we have in New York is really cool. It’s not the same everywhere. In Japan, for example, tattoos are forbidden at the pool and the beach and in other public places.

The tattoos in the picture belong to Kate, you were introduced to her style last week, but I wanted to show you this detail.

Hands are a pretty daring place, but with her white dresses, her angelic face and all of the rings she’s wearing, it creates a contrast that I really love.

Would you be willing to have a tattoo in such a visible place?

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Yesterday, I was at the Chanel Croisière show in Versailles. Before looking at the pictures of the show, let’s take a look at the atmosphere…

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I am back from the Chanel Croisière show in Versailles… Here is the first picture.
I’ll be back with more soon !