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If you really want to push the boat out, book Roger Verge's Moulin de Mougins (Ave. Notre Dame de Vie, Mougins +33.4.93.75.78.24) and leave a trail of bread crumbs to find your way back to town. This restaurant is expensive in a way that shocks people from Tokyo. Whatever else you eat, order the traditional chariot du fromage, because you're in luck: twice a year (May and December), they've got Maroilles, an, ahem, very, very, VERY strong cheese. To boys it smells like vomit. For girls, it induces, well, we don't know how else to say it, orgasms. Trust us on this.
Last week's James Beard Award winner and Bon Appetit chef for the American Pavilion, La Cachette's "Molto" Mario Batali opened the Pavilion by performing a pizza toss on the beach with Christina Ricci. Later he delivered a custom-made pizza for precious Matt Lauer, who asked to have the anchovies taken off.
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On Saturdays, don't miss the flea market on the parade ground just to the west of the Palais. What're the jewels among the dross? That cool bubbly glass from nearby Biot, antique cameras, old film and advertising posters, and European HO trains from the 50's and 60's. The shiny silver SNCF electric locomotive we brought back last year so impressed the guys at The Roundhouse in Sherman Oaks we felt compelled to go back and buy more. Sadly, it got rained out the first weekend of the Festival but it doesn't mean bargains and sun won't await you the second. But why buy when you can shop for free? Cannes is the apogee of the recent trend to create swanky party venues catering to the celebrity and swell crowd's need for swag, and the gift bags we collected there and from parties required our most practical purchase: a big cheap duffle from Galleries Lafayette to haul all the stuff home in. The absolute best of the best? Had to be the "Hollywood Celebrity" boat, hosted by LA's Cabana Girls (though they brought a cabana boy this year), which showered visitors including Rosanna and Patricia Arquette, the pneumatic Victoria Silverstadt and Stephen Dorff with items ranging from Dolce & Gabana sunglasses to filmy rayon nighties. Adam Saaks from Von Dutch will cut and distress and hand-tie a t-shirt for select folks on the spot, on your body. We're also sporting a rubber bracelet with our love's name on it from My Philosophy. The Synergy House in Cap d'Antibes was a respectable but distant runner-up, and hosted a party honoring rapper Jay-Z (a no-show) for Aaliyah ex Damon John's Roca Wear. The light celeb turnout included Ivana Trump, Monster's Ball producer Lee Daniels, and celeb stylist Phillip Block. OK, most all this stuff is here year after year, but the parties are a once in a lifetime experiences. Some highlight and lowlights of the opening weekend: |
Rosanna Arquette's party for her directorial debut "Searching for Deborah Winger" kicked off the festival. For us, her quirky sensuality will always eclipse "cuter" sis Patricia. Rosanna and Patricia made a brash entrance at the beachside dinner honoring Rosanna's documentary "experience" on Winger, but two words describe the celebrity-free after-party at the Club Martinez: quelle horreur! Or, "cash bar." While there were a lot of simply surprised and angry people, almost everyone loved Rosanna's classic DJ set, which included tunes from The Clash, The Tubes, James Brown, Parliament Funkadelic, Earth Wind and Fire, and Iggy Pop. The sole holdout? A Brit guy sneered to us, "She wouldn't go far in England with that mix."
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The hardest ticket in town, the Vanity Fair folks turned down Rosanna Arquette's boyfriend David Codikow for their party, and her movie's in the main selection of the festival. Melissa and ta famille pooped out, but tons of other celebs vied for lineage in the mag at the Hotel du Cap, including Mick Jagger, Sting and Trudy Styler, Diane von Furstenberg and Barry Diller, Hayden Christiansen, Emily Watson, Frances McDormand, Allesandro Novolla, Michael Moore and Gina Gershon. Leonardo di Caprio came to the dinner but split for the 24 Hour Party People party at the Majestic Beach so he could swipe, er, select handfuls of free Davidoff Cuban cigars. |
Oh, by the way, there is a pretty fierce film festival going on around all this (you still have time to pack your bags; the Fest runs through Sunday). From le grande spectacle of the montés marches at Le Palais des Festivals to the scruffy individualism of indie outriders Slamdunk unspooling on the roof of a beachfront hotel, Cannes features hundreds of official, sidebar and just plain unauthorized selections. So, if you want to come in away from the balmy sunshine, topless beachgoers and celebrity spotting and sit in a dark room and watch movies, that's your prerogative. Freak.
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