au coeur du festival

Et Chekov a dit que le Russe adore son passé, déteste son présent, et a peur du futur.
C'est une formule évidemment très triste
si on ne pense pas au fait que le future dont on a peur à l'heure actuelle va bientôt devenir un présent qu'on va détester,
pour se transformer par la suite en un passé qu'on adorera.

Lola picked me up for lunch today.
We went to Kori, just around the corner for Korean lunch box.
Stopped by Pécan for a cup of cappucino afterwards.
It was nice.

An hour later, I was feeling a bit nervous and fidgeting on my keyboard.
I had a lot to do but I had so much energy bursting that I couldn't understand.
My friend told me it must be the caffeine as I wasn't a coffee drinker.

Anyway, it was alright since I had an event to go tonite.
Agnès threw a screening at MoMA of Au Coeur du Festival: An anthology of the greatest moment of the Cannes Film Festival by its President, Gilles Jacob.

I put on a blue dress and a pair of heels and off we went.
We arrived a little late.
The theater was packed.
Sat on the front row -- Thank God, the screen wasn't like the regular cinema's one.

Although it was only showing the Epreuves d'Artistes (the press conference) part of the DVD, it was quite delightful.
I loved how the directors had a go at the press.

A reception followed at Frederick's.
I just dropped by to give kisses to my former colleagues.
I heard Agnès had cancelled her trip on the last minute.

At 10, eloped to Tao for dinner.
I was famished!
Shared some sushi and a giant fortune cookie for dessert and strolled home...

ich vermisse sie bereits..