I am very fortunate that whatever stars needed to align to help my hard work pay off have done so, but I am often still surprised at the mind-blowing opportunities that end up coming my way.
Case in point: I just spent last Thursday at the London premiere for Iron Man 3 as Skype’s Red Carpet Presenter.
When I was asked to do so, I did the knee-jerk reaction e-mail check (is this a real email?) and then spent a few moments staring at my iPad before rocking a rather insane looking grin. (Sorry, everyone at Laduree in Covent Garden who had to witness that.)
I may be a print/digital journalist, but it has been a massive pipe dream of mine to segue into broadcast journalism. Thursday’s premiere was that elusive open door.
From the oh-so-unglamorous yet thoroughly entertaining press pen I got was able to canoodle with Drew Pearce, Samantha Barks, Don Cheadle, Sir Ben Kingsley, and – eventually – Iron Man himself, Mr. Robert Downey Jr.
The film is brilliant. My life is brilliant. You are brilliant. Thank you for all of your support, everyone.
(And thank you to Uber for getting me around town through all the prep, The Pretty Dress Company for the incredibly comfortable and beautiful ‘Atlanta’ dress, and Molly at Daniel Galvin for perfect red carpet hair which the gale-force winds refused to let me get a great photograph of!).
I’m not messing around with this week’s Throwback Thursday. If you have ever seen (and therefore loved) Breakfast at Tiffany’s I doubt it took you more than a nanosecond to identify the photo above. Taken in June 1961, we have George Peppard and Audrey Hepburn with a few other castmates taking a break while on location in New York City. An iconic photograph.
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I visited London’s wildest cinematic experience – Future Cinema – for the first time on Sunday (because it is obviously a bright idea to add another thing to your plate during London Fashion Week) to wine and dine myself under the bright lights of Casablanca. Thankfully, it was one of the most enjoyable ‘nights out’ I have ever had in London.
With my best dude friend and our mutual crush on Ingrid Bergman in tow, we made our way to Rick’s Café Américain (aka a renovated Troxy). First met under the bridge to have our papers checked before being allowed into Rick’s, a few patrons did not fare as well as my faux-Parisian best friend and I (Polish for the night) and went through a search before being let through the doors and into 1942.
Everyone gasps as they enter Rick’s Café. Transformed into a prodigious version of the film’s main play, the Troxy now stands as the hottest nightclub in town, where audiences gather around Sam’s piano, try their luck in the Café’s own Casino, and dance into the night with Benoît Viellefon and his Orchestra. With performances of the theatrical and musical variety scattered throughout the first hour or so, you are urged to wander the scene and grab a plate or three from The Blue Parrot Café (by Moro of Exmouth Market) who have created dishes including a chicken tagine with preserved lemon and olives, vegetable couscous with sweet onions, raisins and harissa (photographed here) as well as sweet Moroccan pastries, recreating the smells and tastes of Casablanca. Once fully immersed in the experience, the film itself begins to play on a large screen over the stage.
By the time the credits roll the entire Troxy is on an incredible high. The scene, the fashion (I opted for this dress from Izabel London to stick to the dress code), the music; it is a mesmerizing cinematic experience. Exit visas included.
Thankfully, following overwhelming demand and record sold-out run the production has been extended until March 23rd! Get your tickets here.
With 2013’s Oscars nominations just being announced, it is only appropriate that this week’s Throwback Thursday is an ode to one of the biggest Oscar-sweepers of all time. Let’s get straight to it: Vivien Leigh is the babe of all babes. These make-up stills from the 1939 costume test for the character of Scarlett O’Hara in “Gone with the Wind” are simply breathtaking.