I think at this point we can all acknowledge that Nine is kind of disappointing and overblown. And yet: the Rome premiere at the Auditorium Conciliazione just made me want to pack up, hop Alitalia and, yes, be Italian.
What, the Italian Amelia premiere doesn't suggest fur, malls and tons of cleavage? How naive you are: watch, and learn.
There were a bunch of names I didn't recognize at the Chopard party last night in Cannes, and most of those unknowns really tickled my fashion fancy. Unfortunately those women I did recognize (Christina Ricci, Gwyneth, Dita Von Teese) didn't really get me too jazzed. Except, of course, Maria Menounos (in Marchesa…