The end of TIFF is in sight and I’m pretty sure everyone is happy. They’re not jumping for joy because this year’s festival is almost over, but because people are pooped. It’s fun for a while, but like chocolate, if you eat too much, there’s a chance you can get sick from it. But, I love chocolate.
My calendar contains an appointment with the wonderful Swarovski people at Four Seasons hotel suite. I see their beautiful, sparkly collections and learn about their company’s illustrious history.
While I’m at the hotel, I brush past Catherine Deneuve (the queen of French cinema). I can now die in peace. A few minutes later I see the hot Patrick Wilson (our conversation – Me: “Loved Little Children” Him: “Thank you”) and the brilliant Paul Giamatti who is getting Oscar buzz for his role in Barney’s Version.
My friend Jordana and I start to trade notes on who we’ve met. Our daytimers are so intense that I skip out on a Vanity Fair party. Yes, I’m that tired. I didn’t even know Nicole Kidman, Aaron Eckhart were here. Either my brain is turning to mush or my schedule is overbooked.
Produced by Candice & Alison, the “Signed, Sealed, Delivered” is an exhibit from photographer, Bryan Ulrich - he’s a super star fan who takes pictures of almost every celeb in the world. The after party on the Morocco patio in Yorkville (incredible macaroons) is very chill.
At Brassaii (the ‘it’ place to be during TIFF), Keanu Reeves, James Caan and Fisher Stevens (Oscar winner for producing The Cove) and the super tall and pretty Judy Greer are here for the after party for Henry’s Crime. They’re hanging out with the party’s guests, as if they’re not the movie stars they are. A friend of mine takes a pic with Keanu; he didn’t mind, because he’s sweet Canadian boy at heart.
Swarovski holds a premiere party at their Bloor Street boutique for What’s Wrong With Virginia, directed by Oscar-winning writer of Milk, Dustin Lance Black. The stunning Jennifer Connolly, incredible Ed Harris and hilarious Yeardley Smith (I have a quick drink with the voice of Lisa Simpson!) are all here.
I’ll be too tired to do anything else for TIFF 2010. I’m skipping out on The Bang Bang Club with Ryan Phillippe and Malin Akerman. They’re both beautiful people, but my inbox is growing at exponential rates and it needs tending to (not to mention my clients).
Like I said before, parties are fun, but they don’t pay the bills. Maybe next year I’ll get some coin for whooping it up with the celebs. Until then, it’s back to the grindstone.
But if Ryan Reynolds wants to hang out with his equally sexy wife, Scarlett Johansson, then I’ll reconsider my options...
Cheers!
P.S. Thank you to all those who made the TIFF Diaries possible: Ohlalamag.com, the wonderful Samantha at The Mint Agency, Swarovski, Edelman, Rock-it Promo, The F-List, Brill Communications, Dag and Jordana, and the people at TIFF (especially Holly).
(Images courtesy Swarovski, George Pimentel and Toronto Life)
