Moving house, a HELLO! photoshoot and a lovely Love Ball in Monaco
They say moving house is as stressful as a divorce or a death in the family… and I totally agree! After four blissful years at our old home we have moved on to a new home… only it’s not ready! Luckily the dream team movers over at Cadogan Tate, who have looked after me for at least 18yrs, came to the rescue. All I know right now is that all our worldly possessions are now in brown boxes so I am just letting it all float over me…
Wonderfully, to break up the sheer monotony of packing and tidying, my beloved father called to invite me to see the return of Dirty Dancing at the Piccadilly Theatre. It was fantastic and the audience seemed to think so too. I saw Gok Won in the front row and Bruno Tonioli of Strictly Come Dancing singing along quite happily. Even rock chick Jo Wood seemed to be having fun. We decided to skip the afterparty as I was up bright and early to head to the Cote D’Azur to shoot my dear friend Julian Lennon for HELLO! magazine to promote his forthcoming photographic exhibition at my gallery.
It had taken me a while to persuade him it would be a great idea. Sadly I cannot divulge too much as the piece isn’t ready to publish yet but his home was incredible. Very L.A. in some respects, with incredible, sentimental pieces strewn around. He is a very respected photographer, as well as a serious musician, so there was definitely enough to get him to talk about in our interview. I had a great 48 hours, culminating with a delicious dinner with the LA based photographer Deborah Anderson and her brother Damion in my favourite village – Villefranche…
Back to London and I bravely tried a new hairdressers on Fulham Rd called “Massato”. A terribly cool Japanese whizz who has three salons in Paris and is already very popular with some hip London heads of hair. I left and was more than thrilled with the result. Later that evening I headed off to David Gandy’s Johnnie Walker party on the most awesome yacht moored alongside the Tower of London. It was the most divine sunset and alongside my old friend Astrid Harbord and chic stylist Martha Ward we had a wonderful couple of hours…sipping whisky sours!
Finally our summer vacation beckoned. Vivi had been in a local pony club with her Italian grandma for 10 days and was beginning to dream of owning a pony – dangerous territory at only four years old! We flew to Milan, despite our life still being in boxes, picked up Vivi and then promptly drove to Monaco. We had been invited to our friend Natalia Vodianova’s 3rd Loveball in aid of her Naked Heart Foundation. This time she had created a 1960’s Riviera theme and Prince Albert and Princess Charlene of Monaco were her patrons.
First we had a delicious day of sun and sea at the Monte Carlo Beach Club where our English skin got a decent exposure to some real rays. Next I discovered my dress was far from appropriate and I snuck off to the central square for a spot of shopping. Lanvin had an incredible boutique and the guy who helped me couldn’t have been more fantabulous: Loutfi, my new BFF. So one dress down I headed for the Valentino shop where, of course, I was spoilt for choice and I ended up with a divine black lace jumpsuit. Feeling I was at least going to be suitably dressed for the occasion, I then headed for a very late hair appointment.
Arriving at the Hotel de Paris terrace overlooking the Monte Carlo bay, the scene was quite breathtaking and I was pleasantly almost knocked over by the legendary Karl Lagerfeld. He seems to have traded his de rigeur black leather gloves for black fishnet. You have to give him credit for all he has accomplished and that he continues to do so at 77 years of age. My great girlfriend Astrid Munoz was also there with her dashing husband Edoardo Novelli. Harry Blaine and his bombshell wife Bodil were on great form and I found our partner in crime Tim Jefferies equally as chipper.
Albert and Charlene of Monaco duly arrived with Natalia – who looked as ever radiant in red Dior – dinner was called and we crossed over into the famous casino. We actually had the dinner in the L’Opera Garnier, it was only the second time that all the seats had been removed for an event. Quite the most beautiful room I ever saw. You really just stood back to admire the craftsmanship. Natalia had her lovely beau Antoine Arnaud giving her encouragement, as well as the uber photographer Mario Testino. Mario and Natalia are old friends and I am sure his support was of huge importance.
The evening was packed with amazing musical vignettes and a very beautiful ballet performance by prima ballerina Diana Vishneva of St. Petersburg Mariinsky Orchestra and Ballet – we really were spoiled. The auction, which is what the whole evening is about, raised a whopping €3.5 million, absolutely incredible! Natalia’s team at Naked Heart Foundation were beyond ecstatic. Finally we were allowed to head off and play in the casino… British comedian James Corden, our compere, looked relieved to be off duty, man-about-town Dennis Blasberg had Camilla Al Fayed and Margherita Missoni on his table and looked like the cat who’d the cream. Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein was as ever a genius at making that extra pot of gold materialise, by way of some Academy award tickets and some impossible to get Vanity Fair party tickets – harder to come by than golddust! My only peeve was that singer Bono was in the audience sitting with Princess Charlene and didn’t sing one note!
One last lunch the next day with our lovely Tim Jefferies before we packed again and headed back to the airport – this time destination Athens. The last time I was in Greece was 1977, the fateful Summer Elvis Presley died. We are heading for more adventures with Valentino and Giancarlo Giammetti…..