We’re submerged in minute-by-minute bulletins from the 62nd Festival de Cannes. The media are in a frenzy of non-stop dissing, discussing, booing and balleyhooing this year’s international film fare.
Actually, when you think about it, it’s more like a fair. Mega-deals, though back stage, are what the festival is all about bottom line.
But who gives a whit? Let’s be honest, what do we really care about more than anything on earth at this glitzy, gaudy-glamorous affair? Of course. The CLOTHES.
Taking our rationale to its logical conclusion and in concert with the very essence of this blog, you know: Women of a Certain Age. . . I’ve decided we should examine what they were wearing at the big events. As you will see, some changed their clothes a few times, Isabelle Huppert, for example who is president of the event this year.
Doesn’t jury member Robin Wright-Is-She-Going-to-Drop-the-Penn from her last name look sublime in her liquid lame from Elie Saab?
An observation in passing: You’ll note photographers do not seem interested in women who fall outside of the size zero to maybe, maybe six range. I know, that’s not a news flash.
A few identifications for some you may not immediately recognize: Robin; Kate Capshaw and her husband; Robin and Isabelle; Kristin Scott-Thomas; Juliette Binoche; Rosanna Arquette; Michelle Yeoh; Juliette; Jeanne Moreau; Isabelle; Monica Bellucci with Sophie Marceau (they’re in a film together and are joined at the hip during the festivities because it has something-or-other to do with the story line); Debbie Harry (!); Isabelle and Robin.