The Star Be-dazzled Red Carpet of the Cannes Film Festival 2015 is just another excuse to see all of our favorite Celebs dressed in Cinderella gowns. Seriously, it’s getting to be a weekly affair somewhere or another. But It seems there must have been a been an equally serious Celeb-Drought (other than the gorgeous, “does she ever stop twirling” Lupita Nyong’o) as the best looking gowns were sported by actual models (aka: Karlie Kloss, Lara Stone, Natasha Poly, Cara Delevingne, and a host of others who kissy-faced into the glaring flashes of the gazillion or so shouting “Honey look over here” papparazzi perpetual point-and-shoot positions over le Carpet a la Red. Between Instagram (which I finally caved and joined), Twitter, Pinterest, One-fish, Blue-fish, Snap-this, Snap-that, or whatever is the current “Steal & Post-no-one-really-believes-you-are-there-anyway” Social Media craze of the moment, every picture of every trailing gown and dewy décolleté has already been posted. But does anyone care what the films are? Is the acting worth watching? And mostly: What is the latest slightly disturbing Woody Allen film?
Oh, and I might actually be going to Cannes in August. Not for any show or celeb moment. Just for some peace and relaxation. Anyone who knows me understands it’s my favorite place in the world (so far, because I haven’t been able to convince my dear husband to go to Morocco-yet). So do save me a room at the Carlton Cannes with the most amazing breakfast in the world. Just a peek at the water will do. Now, THAT is a Vacation.
The wait was long and heart wrenching. But the key people were there to make sure this was not only a triumphant return of the amazing designer that was cast aside from the claws of the fashion world but that the return was a permanent as an exclamation point at the end of a near tragic story. John Galliano has returned, indeed to a fashion house in need of just the talents he possesses. The daring, wily persona has been replaced with a bow tie and tuxedo, for now. But the deconstructed irreverence and simplicity spoke volumes. The making of fashion out of bits and pieces, some from the past, some looked like from the floor, nearly swept away with the refuse. The clear pockets, showing hand free of shame contrasting the color pallet of black and red like a manic depressive that he no longer is. Oh this collection speaks volumes. It is a new chapter of the story that will show what happens when we remember there is a human element behind profitable talent.
Miami Olivia has not one but two literary novels in progress. Check out my new Books page for details. I will be updating as things move along the long trail to publication.