In our virtual bubble of imagination Edith and I can go, do, buy and wear anything our petits coeurs desire. So why wouldn't we get all dressed up and go to Cannes?
Yes we Cannes. We can do absolutely anything. You see, money, fame, connections, (perfect bodies), obnoxious behavior and outrageous excess is no substitute for make-believe.
Let me tell you our story: We were picked up in a stretch, served champagne, taken to our private jet where the champagne continued to flow though now accompanied by caviar, lobster and basically whatever our petits coeurs desired. Another stretch was waiting for us on arrival -- we never even carried our handbags -- at which point we were whisked off to out two-bedroom suite at the Hotel Carlton overlooking the Mediterranean (we insisted, nicely though) for a rest before we had our massages, facials, pedicures and manicures.
Later in the day the hair and makeup crew arrived and shortly thereafter we slipped into the dresses you see here. One last look in the mirrors and off we went to the films and festivities at the 63rd annual Festival de Cannes.
We chose our gowns from the fall/winter collections of, from the top: the glorious, intricately worked gold number from Aquascutum; the 40s film glamour of Carlos Miele and below, a simple, elegant design from Pucci and on moi a hip flattering beauty from Akris.
As always, all drawings by Edith.