Cannes Red Carpet

After disappearing late last week without a peep, our intrepid editorial director Randy Goldberg finally resurfaced—telling stories of the Riviera and a close encounter with Sir Robert DeNiro. Of what really went on there, we have only this record…

When our friends at Stella Artois asked if I had a couple of days to drop by Cannes, bunk down at Chez Jacques at the near-perfect Carlton Hotel, help close out the Festival and generally use the word Riviera as a verb, I obliged. I brought a tuxedo, a pair of trunks and an appetite for le destruction.

As for what I found there, all the rumors are true: yachts made of solid gold, an endless fountain of truly mesmerizing creatures, gala-side dealmaking, Chanel breezes, 30-euro cocktails, le Palm D’Or, flashbulb sunburns, method acting during hotel lobby brawls (that would be Mr. Gosling), enough rose to drown a desperate housewife, and, of course, the gracious hospitality of Jacques D’Azur.

Cannes HarborLa Riviera
Cannes BoardwalkPierside in Cannes
Bjorn Borg at CannesFrench Things
Cannes LadiesMore French things
TableThe Equipment
Stella LoungeJacques D’Azur’s pad at The Carlton
Carlton HotelThe Carlton Hotel
Red CarpetOn The Carpet
Cannes Awards CeremonyThe Closing Ceremonies
Cannes Awards CeremonyAll the Winners
Jude LawHey, Jude
Catherine DeneuveCatherine Deneuve sneaks a smoke break
Randy Goldberg, Kirsten Dunst and Robert DeniroOur esteemed editorial director, on the left, with a couple pals, no big deal.

—R.B.

CONTRIBUTORS

  • Randy Goldberg