Deauville Festival Time!

I am still in Paris in an apartment full of dresses and high heels....trying to figure out what exactly I want to bring to the Deauville Film Festival where my husband is presiding over the film jury.

I went over to my friend's atelier on Rue du Mail. Martine Sitbon has been my favorite designer since she created my wedding dress back in 2001. It was an empire dress with silk and tulle decorated with antique sepia jewels embroidered around the collar. The problem with borrowing clothes from designers is that one must be a models size 2 or 6. Now, this really sucks for me since for some reason ( damn that cotes du Rhone) my breasts have gone up a tiny half size. Well, this slight mark up has banished me from wearing some of the most fashion forward dresses of her selection. I still manage to walk out the door with a stunning charcoal wool bustier dress with an shimmery metal effect and a peachy nude over- the- knee number with white cotton detail on the front neckline.

Yesterday, I was over at Rue Cambon where Chanel had a handful of dresses for me. I asked them to pick from their Pre or Cruise Collections since the collection always tend to be easier to wear.

One never gets the best choice at Chanel if one is not a star...So I knew I was pushing my luck there since Jp directed their last commercial. No chance. Plus, my breasts seem to be the problem, again! The lovely Chanel soldier said, 'Karl, does not like breasts' Oh, please what's a a real woman to do???

Then by late this morning, while trying to decided which dresses to take , I let the Internet help me with my choice. Wrong. Kind of scary, n'est pas? Maybe it will be better when I arrive?

Wake up, we are in Germany!!

I slept like a rock on the train.  The sheets are all 100% cotton, thank god. I did wake up in the middle of the night to walk to the toilet.  My hair was doing god knows what when a gorgeous Italian steward from the other car was walking towards me..I was half asleep and did not want to attract any unnecessary attention due to the state of my dress, hair, makeup from last night still encrusted on my eyelashes...especially in these narrow corridors.  As I made my way to the bathroom, the Italian steward suddenly was right behind me helping me with the bathroom door.  I wanted to die.  I could not even look at him in the eye .  I  wanted to be left alone in my toilet cabin!

After another few hours sleeping I awoke to the morning light coming through our window...I was hypnotized watching the country side whiz by my window...I finally was awake enough to hit the 'steward' light to summon our breakfast. Since Mario forgot to put the heater on, both Jp and I decided to stay under the covers and stay warm.  Jp went back to sleep...He deserves it since he has not stopped working due to the Chanel commercial and completing his own film.

After Jp's nap, Mario comes in with an half bottled of Champagne.  Champagne time!! I think I am going to get used to this!

All Aboard! The Orient Express

My husband received a pair of one way tickets  from Paris to Venice on the Orient Express. The mysterious train is featured in the next CHANEL #5 commercial starring French actress Audrey Tautou. Just mentioning the opportunity to ride the Orient Express gathered 'ahhs' and 'wow's from my friends and neighbors. At first, the idea of eating rich food and drinking hearty Italian wine nonstop for 24 hours without really moving the body  is not my idea of fun. Ok, I admit I am a tiny , tiny bit claustrophobic. I decided to enjoy the unique experience while giving me some quality time with my man plus witness first hand how people ( wealthy) traveled before google and  iphones.