madonna

It’s only Day One, and already the strange encounters of the TIFF kind have begun. Outside the press office at the Sutton Place...

So in the end, how was Cannes? As I’m writing this, at 36,000 ft. somewhere above Greenland, I realize I’ll need a response...

Walking back to the hotel, I ran into a pedestrian traffic jam on the Croisette, a thicket of outstretched arms holding up cameras...