FOUND: An Heir to “King of Cannes” Jacques D’Azur

FOUND: An Heir to “King of Cannes” Jacques d’Azur

The King of Cannes: Jacques D’Azur was unable to attend the glamorous Film Festival de Cannes this year, so instead they sent me, the next best thing.  These are the adventures that ensued.

8am: Arrival into Nice, I see James Franco exiting the plane in a New York Yankees hat and wonder if they beat the Rays last night.

9am: We arrive at the hotel, are greeted with the most delicious Stella Artois my lips have ever tasted and are ushered up a red carpet to our hotel, Le Manoir De L’Etang, a former home of Pablo Picasso.

10am: Breakfast and more Stella by the pool. Breakfast ends but the drinking continues, my traveling compatriots are all from Florida, I find out the Rays won, deep in to the night I tell this to James Franco at the Hotel Du Cap after party (don’t think he was amused by that).

1pm: We head into Cannes to see the festival grounds and tour the town, everyone has a press badge and is walking somewhere intently, I guess the stars aren’t out during the day?

5pm: We return to the hotel to put on our black tie attire in preparation for tonight’s red carpet walk at the premiere of Fair Game.

6pm: We head in the limo to the red carpet, nobody but the heir of Jacques D’Azur arrives via limousine, apparently the celebs all take the new Audi A8.

7pm: We arrive on the red carpet, only professional photogs are permitted to take photos here. This experience is surreal, walking in I see Naomi Watts and ponder where her co-stars are.

730pm: In the theater, waiting for the cast. Sean Penn and Colin Firth (guess he’s also here for the party?) arrive together and apparently we can begin now.

10pm: The movie ends, we find a nice lounge on the main strip, we don’t leave for the after party until 11pm.

1130pm: Driving into the Hotel Du Cap we pass through a minimum of six police check points, more security than the premiere.

12am: Waiting in line I watch Giorgio Armani arrive with a woman in an eight-foot wide gown. At first I don’t know who it is, but I hear the girls behind me say “that’s Armani.”  I turn around and ask “how can you tell that dress is Armani from here?” to which she replies “no, that’s him.”

12:30am: We’re in, first people I see are Paris and Nicki Hilton, later I find my way into a picture with Paris, across the room is Harvey Weinstein and I overhear someone say they just saw Russell Crowe walk in. If there’s a place to be tonight, I guess this is it.

2am: Stella always in hand, time to raise the stakes a little, so shots with my new friends from Miami.

3am: Lindsay Lohan stumbles by ever so elegantly, tomorrow I’m told that she missed a court date in the U.S. for this party, its all over the newspapers in Cannes.

4am: We hit the dance floor, DJ is playing Lady Gaga and I start wondering why she isn’t here.

5am: Time to turn in. I fall asleep thanking the heavens that they’ve found Jacques D’Azur’s heir, and wondering if that night was real or had I just imagined it.

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