About last night…

That’s the thing in LA. You go to some of the events or dinner parties and you never know if it is real. Or what is real. In LA, I often feel like Alice in Wonderland. Things are too big. Or too small. Too loud, too wonderful, too breathtaking.

Last night, I felt like I fell into a very attractive, big hole where almost everyone wore Gucci. Suddenly I was there, in this other world. It all started with fashion guru Suzy Menkes in the smoking area at the LACMA /Gucci -Party. Suzy, that was Suzy. The lady with the hair bow. We, the Europeans,  had a “Parliament” cigarette, Hunter S. Thompson’s favourite brand and we saw Suzy sitting there. She had a good time, like most people in the smoking area feel much better. Suzy shook our hands, but only with two fingers. She did not offer her whole hand. Just two fingers with light grey nail polish. What was that about?

Next thing: I saw Warren Beatty. He walked towards the dinner table. He smiled––with no particular reason. You could not see Warren’s face, just the movies within Warren’s face. Warren sat down. Still with Shampoo haircut, only grey. People talked to him, but Warren kept smiling, as if smiling protected him. Through his whole life. There wouldn’t be real conversation with Warren possible tonight. Too much history for people eating “Pot au feu”.

Next thing: Jane Fonda. In a killer dress. She didn’t look old at all. She didn’t look young either. Was that how women look in the future? And does Jane know about this? Had she known all the time?

Question: Is it your own fault, that you carry all these images and ideas about a person from Hollywood with you? Or do people exude a specific aura, a specific fluidum, that others just don’t? No matter what you think about them?
This very question was driving me crazy.
And then, there is the moment you leave these dinners, you forget.
You get up in the morning and wonder why that question was driving you crazy. You make fun of yourself being obsessed. And why not look at Warren Beatty as a man you might help crossing the street in front of Whole Foods to get into his Rolce.
You think you can? For a while? No problem?
Just wait.