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May 30th 2004 My sweet mom is upset that I've written about being ''nearly too drunk to stand'' (see May 26). I knew she would be. She has this crazy notion that somewhere out there my 'future husband' (who I have not yet met) is reading this diary daily, deciding whether or not he does, in fact, want to marry me. It is as if every entry I write is a way of picking petals from a daisy in a ''he loves me; he loves me not” kind of way. When I write about nice things, according to my mom, he loves me. When I write about being ''nearly too drunk to stand'', according to my mom, he loves me not. We haven't even met and the relationship is already on the rocks. Of course, I'm not too worried. Most of our diary readers have registered on our website and I somehow have a feeling that ''Richard'', who lives in ''sunny San Francisco” and loves “Shopping, Teen Vogue, Barbra Streisand, and Clueless” isn’t my future husband. Now mom, if it makes you feel any better, I went to church today. I’ve always known that my church in Florence is very chic, but today I saw something there that really takes the cake. The church is always packed with beautifully dressed, gorgeous children, who sit silently sucking their thumbs with their “blankies” throughout the service. Well, today I saw a gorgeous little curly-locked boy dragging his dirty old blanket up the aisle (like Linus) only to notice that his “blankie” was a real Hermes scarf! My goodness, that child is chic! Where does one go from there? At this rate, his parents will have to buy him a Ferrari when he’s 16, and a yacht for high school graduation. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, while others are born dragging Hermes scarves… May 29th 2004 I always know I've been in Italy too long when I start loving Italian pop music. Right now I am absolutely obsessed with Tiziano Ferro, who is Italy's answer to Justin Timberlake & Robbie Williams. He has that 'member of a boy band' look that includes low-cut shirts in synthetic fibers, multiple necklaces, and hair gel (think Lance Bass of INSYNC), and is 23 years old. And, despite the fact that we think Tiziano may only be 5'2'' (we came to this conclusion by analyzing music videos, posters, and CD liners whilst comparing him to standard objects in the foreground & background, such as cars, trains, and doorways), I am in love. Ah Tiziano, ti voglio bene. May 26th 2004 It’s Wednesday and I still haven’t recovered from Sunday’s hangover. What a weekend! The festivities began on Friday night, with a party to celebrate the wedding of Louise & James Ferragamo. When Louise & James put on a wedding weekend, they do it right. Friday night’s “glitter” themed party was held at casa Ferragamo in the beautiful hills of Florence. Everyone dressed in the “glitter” theme, which made the outfits alone worth attendance. The lawn was packed with a beautiful crowd, and the music, dancing, and cocktails lasted well into the night. I ended up falling madly for a boy who kept requesting Jay Z, but all the girls told me he was known to be a “Don Giovanni”. Oh non! For those of you who haven’t brushed up on your Berlitz slang, Don Giovanni = Don Juan = Casanova = Trouble. Come mai? Saturday I managed to recover from my late evening of boozing by having a lazy 3 hour lunch with friends, and was all set and ready to rock just in time for the wedding. Beautiful wedding, beautiful bride, beautiful church, amazing. I love weddings and always cry, and this one was no different. From the church we all headed (in horse drawn carriages – everyone!) to the reception at Palazzo Corsini, which was amazing. For those of you who don’t know, the Corsini family purchased the Palace from the Grand Duke Ferdinando II de’ Medici in 1649. I love google.com. Anywho, Palazzo Corsini is right in the middle of Florence on the river, just across near the Ponte Vecchio, and is breathtaking. Words cannot describe the amazing sit-down dinner for 400 people in the beautiful palazzo’s fresco ceiling ballroom, with 4 long tables (100 people at each!) covered in candelabras and flowers. One of the bad boys at my table paid his eating partner 5 Euro to crawl under our table, all the way from one end to the other, in the middle of dinner. We were all too consumed in the amazing food and fabulous “Louise & James” slide show to notice, so he raised the stakes to 10 Euro and challenged his pal to go naked. Thankfully, his friend declined. After dinner we all headed downstairs to a labyrinth of 16th century rooms, which were all decked out with disco balls, huge silver floor cushions, full bars, and deejays. By this point in the evening I was nearly too drunk to stand (sorry Mom!) and vaguely remember dancing the night away with my Don Giovanni before heading to bed. This weekend I’ll be taking it easy… Congratulations to James & Louise! May 20th 2004 I have just returned from Milan, where I went to see Britney Spears live in concert. She is amazing. As you faithful diary readers know, Britney loves to perform in HOLLYWOULD because she says our shoes are the best for night after night of dancing. For this tour I collaborated with her genius stylists Kurt & Bart to create a couple of amazing, one-of-a-kind boots for Brit to perform in each night. When the boys (Kurt & Bart) explained to me just how functional the shoes needed to be and how much dancing was involved, I never imagined anything like what I saw in Milan. That girl dances like a machine, and could compete toe to toe with any NYC ballerina. Truly inspiring talent. Of course, the show was fantastic (getting to see Britney dance in her HOLLYWOULDs was quite a thrill!), and the 20,000 screaming fans made me realize just how mega Britney is. As much as I love Beyonce, Missy Elliot, etc, Britney is beyond. We're talking thousands of screaming, crying, hyperventilating fans ready to sell their souls for a Britney Spears t-shirt. She is the new Michael Jackson (minus the issues). And, for those of you who haven’t been lucky enough to meet Britney in person, I will tell you this: She is gracious, smart, sweet, gorgeous (much prettier in person, believe it or not), and has a body that should be cloned. We love you Brit! May 17th 2004 This just in... We love you Mena! The lovely, talented, beautiful Mena Suvari has just emailed HOLLYWOULD her shoe & bag order for Summer 2004. What a smart girl! The good news is that you don't have to be a world famous star to do the same! Our store manager Rachel would be happy to help you pick out a pair over email and send them out to you, without ever having to even pick up the phone. I know this is very good news for you girls who like to shop while you're at work, but don't want your bosses to overhear you say, 'I'll take the Turquoise & Gold Disco in a size 39.' So, if there is anything we can do to help you accomplish your shopping list while you're supposed to be 'working', we are always happy to help! May 15th 2004 The gorgeous bags and shoes featured to the right are 'HOLLYWOULD exclusives', which means you can only buy them in our shops. They are selling out so quickly I wasn't even able to get the colors and sizes I wanted (sadness!), so you better move fast and keep your fingers crossed! Viva l'Italia! In the most recent issue of Italy's favorite celebrity gossip magazine, 2000 Novella, Cameron Diaz is featured wearing HOLLYWOULD shoes! I have not yet seen the issue, but my friend Chiara, who is getting her toes painted in Milan as I type, has just informed me that not only is Cameron wearing HOLLYWOULDs, but it says that they are her very favorite shoes. How do these Italians know so much?! Back in NYC two of our other favorite stars, Rashida Jones & Blaine Trump, have been shopping chez HOLLYWOULD this week. If you read this diary you know how much I adore Rashida Jones (see Nov 4, 2003) and admire Blaine Trump (see Dec 15, 2003), so it is always a thrill when they come by the shop. We love you Rashida & Blaine! May 13th 2004 Hi Girls! I don't know if you've seen our new 'Cabana' page (see 'Collections'), but it is the must-visit page for all ballet, espadrille, and clog lovers! And, if you haven't been in our NYC or Palm Beach stores in the past few weeks, you may not know that I've had a few items made exclusively for us, such as the gold, fuschia, and turquoise skimmer shoes, and the bamboo scarf handbags. You won't find these items anywhere but chez HOLLYWOULD, so pop by today to get 'em while you can! May 7th 2004 Newsflash from NYC! Tori Spelling has just left the building. That's right, everyone's favorite 90210 star was shopping chez nous today. Sadly, I am in Italy and missed meeting Donna in the flesh, but the girls said she was sweet as can be, and looked like a million bucks. We are all huge 90210 fans, and only wish there had been a 'Donna & David' spin-off so we could watch them forever. We love you Tori! May 4th 2004 Attention HOLLYWOULD Palm Beachers: Your photos are up! Our favorite website, New York Social Diary, has posted fabulous photos of our Palm Beach party on their website today. For those of you who weren't around for our soiree, you'll be sad to see what you missed... www.newyorksocialdiary.com May 3rd 2004 Oohlala, summer has officially begun. I’ve just returned from a glorious weekend in St. Tropez, where despite the rumors, everyone still loves the USA. Brieane & I set out from Florence late Friday afternoon, and were in St. Tropez in time to have dinner at Le Café. Le Café is my favorite place to eat in St. Tropez, because it’s the only place where you can dine side by side with everyone from the yacht owners to the yacht staff, and they have a live band that sings Cat Stevens in bad English. If that doesn’t sound trés chic to you, mon chéri amour, you don’t know St. Tropez. On Saturday we woke up bright & early for the flea market in la Place des Lices, which despite it’s nasty name is the truly the center of St. Trop. Yes, “St. Trop” is the abbreviation for those in-the-know, and is especially appropriate when you consider the double entendre translation: “trop” = too much. Too much to drink, too much to eat, too much sun, too much fun, etc. We spent the day shopping (quelle fatigue!) and ended it having sunset cocktails at Le Maison Blanche, which I highly recommend. From there we headed to dinner and then to Les Caves, which is where the real fun began. In St. Tropez there are basically two nightclubs: “Le VIP Room”, and “Les Caves”. Shockingly, despite its name, “Le VIP Room” isn’t really all that “VIP”. I would imagine that by the end of a long summer Le VIP has seen its share of VIPs, because you can’t go to the same club every single night of your life. However, we chose to avoid VIP and hit Les Caves. Les Caves is fabulous. It is decorated extremely classy… just like Harrah’s casino in Las Vegas. The crowd is Euro’s finest collection of men in tight white pants who wear their sunglasses at night and are way, way too tan. I love it there. The deejay, as you can imagine, has every eurotrash hit you ever wanted to bob your head to, and it keeps sounding better with each 30 euro cocktail. Actually, in the Les Caves’ deejay’s defense, he was actually very good… My experience in harassing euro deejays, which I am often forced to do, is that when you request “hip hop” (in lieu of bad techno), they usually put on James Brown and give you the wink & thumbs up from across the room as if to say, “here’s the hip hop you requested”. I have news for you Europe: James Brown is not hip hop. Yes, he may be African American, but that doesn’t make him KRS One. So, as you can imagine, when Brieane & I begged for a hip hop reprieve from the Eurohits selection, we expected the refrain of “Get up” to begin wafting over the speakers as usual. Instead, much to our surprise and delight, the deejay put on Master P (magnifique!), and then Dr. Dre (fantastique!), and then Biggie Smalls (fabuleux!). Ain’t no half-steppin’ at Les Caves! Needless-to-say, we ended up dancing on tables until 5am and are both still too sore to move. The next day we made our way to Cap d’Antibes, and if you’ve never been to Hotel du Cap, you must book your flight now. More adventures to come… |
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