Over in Cannes, this morning, Robert Pattinson, after a boozy night on Paul Allen’s boat, posed for a photo call on the beach before international interviews all day. Laura was working at the Grand and saw him going from outlet to outlet, running his hands through his hair, dutifully promoting Twilight/New Moon. Am told he seemed overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation – on a dock, by himself, photographers calling out. It was early, I was yet again rushing to the Palais to file, and once the young French tourists heard he was there, it was a hormone surge you could feel from miles away.
Had a colleague text me, she was trying to make her way to the pavilion while it was all going down and her words were:
Get these high school musicals out of my f-cking way!
Had to laugh.
Last night, am told Pattinson was happily enjoying the attention of several euro social climbers on the yacht, and had a moment with Orlando Bloom, no doubt exchanging tips. It was like a pretty-off. A pretty explosion on the cote d’azur. Pattinson was enjoying the open bar. Liberally. As he should. This is Cannes, after all.
Source: Lainey Gossip
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