In the ranking of cool things in life, being sent to Cannes during your internship is pretty high on the list. For some reason that still escapes me, I’m the lucky one. Between impostor syndrome, inlays, encounters and my freeloading daily life, I tell you every day about my life and my galleys on the hippest cinephile coast in France: the Cannes Film Festival. See also on KonbiniAfter a small tour in the heart of the less glamorous facet of Cannes, I treated myself to a dive into the bling. Dream after: fire eaters, pyramid of perfumes, Jules bag and personalized ice cream Still under the influence of the seum since my missed misadventures at the after party of The Idol, I am more determined than ever to put myself in the right places at the right times once night falls. Fortunately, I can count on the Konbini programmer, who always finds us the right invitations! Tonight, it’s a double win: we got our precious tickets for the launch party for a new range of Kilian perfumes, then at the premiere of Valérie Donzelli’s new film, Love and Forests, with Virginie Efira and Melvil Poupaud. Everything is square, the evening already promises to be pleasant. The first takes place on the Carlton beach, one of the most exclusive places on the Croisette. We discover an evening placed under the sign of high-end luxury: cocktail bars everywhere, unexpected shows in every corner of the room, fire-eaters, disco-style photo spaces. The crowd present is made up of people you don’t necessarily recognize, but who smell of money. Strong. We gentrify our manners to blend in and we get caught up in the game quite easily. The only element that keeps us on the ground: a Jules bag, lying around in a corner of the evening, but which no one dares to move for fear of having their expensive jewelry denoted with the torn paper bag. Pyramids of bottles of perfume are placed in every corner of the evening. Value of a bottle: €210. If I had known, I would have lined my pockets, but I only settle for a bottle. Even in the extreme, you have to know how to remain reasonable. We sip a few more cocktails before heading to one of the nearby beaches for the Donzelli film evening. The evening takes place at Magnum Beach and, as its name suggests, you can enjoy ice cream there while the party, with orders like “Three gin and tonics and two Magnum white chocolate”. I know, it’s the dream. We bury our perfumes in the sand to avoid losing our precious gifts from the evening before, before rushing to the customizable ice cream bar which has everything to fill my heart with gourmet joy. The choice is complex, and I finally fall for what will turn out to be THE perfect combination: slivers of mango, popcorn and pistachio. Dark chocolate, of course. A delight. The evening is great, Valérie Donzelli is dancing like crazy on the stage (and she is quite right) while Virginie Efira, my Belgian compatriot, has already left the evening when I arrive. I would have liked so much to see his baby bump. Take 10 kg in 10 days Waking up is difficult, the fatigue is very real. I’m already on my tenth day of the festival, and the rhythm has sucked my soul. All I have left are my legs and my stomach to guide me, and that’s good: I’m invited to Mr. Nakamoto, the new restaurant of the Mondrian Hotel, for a meal for two people. Obviously, tired or not, you can’t refuse. While the dodger is still crushing us, we land on a terrace in the shade, in the middle of an oasis of greenery just a few meters from the Croisette; a real little jewel of paradise, in which we are received like kings. On the menu: several starters including broccolini fritters, or karaage chicken, accompanied by amazing cocktails, including one with clarified milk – basically, it’s transparent milk. I’m still lactose intolerant, but I dare not refuse. Prout. For the dish, I bet on prawns with fennel while my colleague chooses an Angus beef even more tender than any piece of meat I have been able to swallow in my life. Even though I don’t really have a palate, this culinary experience at Mr. Nakamoto perked me up and finally allowed me to eat a hearty meal after several days of oriental tabbouleh from supermarkets. AmfAR gala (and I messed up the technique)Beyond the big premieres and the red carpets, in Cannes, other events see people parade in ball gowns and decorated with maddening finery at immeasurable prices: charity galas. While the scorching heat has found the Cannes coast, I find myself forced to take out my two-piece suit and brave the heat wave to go to the prestigious AmfAR gala, an American platform that collects donations to participate in research in the fight against AIDS. .I just have time to start digesting my prawns with fennel that I’m already late for the press shuttle, the only way to enter the perimeter of the prestigious Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc, in Antibes, where the charity event. A shuttle loads all the press, heading to the hotel. The journey is rough, my stomach is in all its states after my midday feast and the heat makes me want to jump out the window. My pale pink suit is sweaty, and my leather shoes are suffocating my swollen feet from my water retention. The driver is nervous and late, the place is difficult to access because of police checks everywhere. I’m dying of heat (as usual). The good life. Once there, the place takes my breath away. I weigh my words. The Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc is one of those magical places where luxury, nature and opulence intersect in endless gardens, secret nooks scattered all over the property and this huge building that looks like a castle which will host all the fame this evening: Heidi Klum, Georgina Rodriguez, Nabilla, Rebel Wilson, Halsey, Troye Sivan and so on. When I stand in the place dedicated to Konbini along the red carpet (which is blue , for once), I notice a detail that frustrates me a lot: I must have missed the info about the dress code. Everyone is in a black tuxedo, at least on the press side. I’m the only fun color, and not just any color: a good pale pink easily identifiable in this dark and homogeneous mass. Help. I have the chance to interview a few stars on the carpet: Adriana Karembeu, Cindy Bruna, Léna Mahfouf and even my queen Nabilla. Bad news: my microphone wasn’t plugged in at the time of filming, so I’m ending with a superb interview with Nabilla without sound, of which I’m giving you an excerpt just for the pleasure of the eyes. I very much regret the clarified milk in the cocktail du midi, which causes me some aerial leaks while the international gratin parades in front of me. But I console myself by telling myself that I can’t be the only one with gas on this blue carpet. I am for the democratization of flatulence. I’m going back to Cannes for a small team birthday aperitif, after a day rich in adventures and encounters that will have filled my eyes with stars and filled my stomach with gas.
