One of the virtues of making money hand-over-fist is that, at the very last minute, you can decide to make an appearance at the sort of parties the hoi polloi can only dream of attending. So yesterday morning I stepped out of my stretch and slid into seat 1A (next to an impossibly leggy blonde.) Yes, dear reader, I am off to Cannes.
Here's what I've seen thus far. An account guy responsible for almost killing a great campaign wearing a Speedo.
Dirk and Carlotta, ever hopeful. This could be the year. And well it should be. After all, three juniors were downsized and seven were given only $2,000 raises so the "dynamic duo" could attend.
Finally, I saw this obligatory group shot.