The Cannes Red Carpet: Worse than rush hour in NYC on a Summer Friday

Thanks to the fine folks behindĀ Chivas Regal 25, I’ve been lucky enough to attend the Cannes Film Festival the last two days. How was it? Why, I’m glad you asked…

After leaving on an evening flight from New York City on Wednesday night, I arrive in Nice, France late Thursday morning. After clearing customs, I’m greeted by a Chivas Regal 25 team member and escorted to the car that will take me Cannes. The ride from the airport is one of the more scenic ones I’ve been on, with the mountains of the Ligurian Alps as our backdrop.

About 40 minutes later, we arrive in Cannes and I’m dropped off at theĀ Hotel Martinez. The hotel has throngs of people waiting outside for a glimpse of their favorite movie stars (they were not so impressed by yours truly). I head straight to the Chivas Lounge inside the lobby after checking in to receive my official itinerary and make an appointment to get a cut and shave before tonight’s festivities.

By 4pm, I’m all suited up in my tuxedo and freshly shorn. Myself and the other press folk meet up in the Chivas Salon 25 for a few group pictures and then enjoy a cocktail in the terrace of the Michelin-starred restaurant, La Palme d’Or. Soon we’ll be walking the Red Carpet of the Palais de Festivals for the premiere of Nebraska by Alexander Payne.

After the movie, we head back to the La Palme d’Or for a lavish dinner paired with cocktails by Chivas Global Ambassador Max Warner, followed by (naturally) more drinks and dancing at the VIP after-party in the Chivas House, as well as a late-night stop at the pop-up location for club Le Baron.

Friday is a day of leisure and luxury aboard the Chivas 25 yacht. Some take the boat’s tender out for a spin, while others just bask in the sun and enjoy a few extra cocktails. After Thursday’s late evening, this is absolutely necessary. The rest of the day is spent walking about Cannes and enjoying the great weather (and food). Then it’s off to bed for my morning trip back to Nice on Saturday to head back to what I hear is a chilly, dreary New York City.

Oh boy. I can’t wait.


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