Cannes Festival
I’d love to say I’m freshly back from Cannes but it would be a lie. Two days of play with old friends and new, on the sun kissed Cote d’Azur and I feel like the only liquid flowing through my veins is Bandol Rosé. At my age the chance to act with carefree abandon is rare and churlish to turn down. Thanks to the hospitality of Graydon Carter, Johnny Pigozzi and Charles Finch, who continue to organise irresistible, intimate annual parties, my weekend celebrating the opening of the festival has been a tradition of 20 years standing. Most of my favourite adventures have taken place there with my best friend Natalie though more recently my husband, has begun accompanying us …