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[empathing]

Cannes was amazing. The Cote D'Azure is a lovely place to begin one's summer vacation under any circumstances, but having it packed from beach to boardwalk with glitterati certainly enhances its appeal. I'm loath to possibly dash some fantasies in saying so, but I'm afraid Benicio del Toro is a horrendous conversationalist. Seriously, bored to

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[cracklepaf]

[empathing]

The mercurial elite of the fashion, film and art worlds, so named for their tendency to be so weighed down with ridiculously expensive designer jewelry that they could conceivably blind you, should the light hit them just right.

[cracklepaf]

[empathing]

Thankfully, things are marginally more tasteful.

Also, Anthony Michael Hall is nowhere to be seen.

[mereflames]

[empathing]

I'd say 'jealousy does not become you', Miss Crestmere, but I'm fairly certain that you still wear it beautifully.

[mereflames]

I'm afraid have me pegged incorrectly, Mr. de la Rocha. I suffer from no jealousy. I simply do not have the patience to deal with self-absorbed celebrities.

Or the pigheadedness to flau

[empathing]

You're quite right, it's something of a trial. I wouldn't have wished such a thing upon you, otherwise I would have invited you along.

[edgeofcalamity]

Seriously? That's such a shame, I love Benicio del Toro.

[empathing]

Yes, it was an enormous disappointment.

But then, so was his new film. Or so I've heard.

[crazyinez]

no way did u meet him.

[empathing]

To my own misfortune, I did.

[crazyinez]

that is awesome.

[empathing]

There were far more interesting people to meet.

Jose Saramago was a real treat. Then again, so was Scarlett Johansson.