So I just go the ultimate debrief of Cannes highlights thanks to a “little angel” who knows how we like our gossip back here in Mumbai; fresh and juicy!
I’m told Paris Hilton hosted a swanky soiree at the VIP Club in Cannes courtesy ftv in a signature shimmery short dress (oh and please check out this article at celebitchy.com about Paris’ reaction to not getting a freebie at the LA club with a classic, “What the f–k, I’m Paris Hilton!” Hilarious.)
The party meanwhile was a heady sensory overdose of electronica, shiny clothes and beautiful people, missmalini’s secret correspodent also ran into the kung fu cutie Michelle Yo who was apparenty super sweet and what my source describes as, “a beautiful person inside out.”
Then of course there was Hilary Swank who strolled the red carpet looking gorgeous, fully charged and wearing (apart from a stunning metallic grey Armani Prive gown) a very big smile. I’m told that after she did her obligatory turn on the red carpet she immediately went down to meet her fans.
I love that the official coverage is never as juicy as insider scoop, for instance who else could tell you that Penelope Cruise landed in Cannes with an upset stomache? Poor thing. I think it makes the rich and famous so much more human somehow, and yes on some level its comforting that they suffer the odd tummy ache just like is now and again!
My source also attended designer Christophe Guillarme‘s store launch (remember he dressed Nisha Harale Bedi for the red carpet?) which carries a line of faux jewelry (with funky things like elephant toe rings and such) and even perfumes pitched as “red carpet accessories” under the banner of “collection de dijour.”
I’m also quite happy to hear that a fair amount of Bollywood posters are up in Cannes too like Akshay Kumar and Kareena Kapoor’s new flick Kambakth Isqh, Aishwarya Rai’s obviously all over the place and loads of little write ups about Hrithik Roshan and papa Rakesh Roshan appear in the daily dish. My gossip girl even recited a sweet incident when she happened to be walking down the street wearing an Indian outfit and three local girls stopped her to gush, ” We love India, we love Aishwariya Rai and we love what you’re wearing!”
Even at the posh Nikki Club on the beach which hosts the daily after-parties with hot girls in bikinis and rich boys spraying champagne all over them you can apparently hear the occassional shukriya or namaste as part of the uber-cool new lingo. How bizzare, but cool!
Jai Ho then.