As you may be aware Wes Anderson is my favourite film director. I adore his movies. The costumes, the sets, the oddball characters, the symmetry .They are a thing of beauty.

For my 30th birthday, I decided what better way to celebrate than with a Wes themed soiree.

The first part of this glorious plan was the invite. I decided to make a little short film, a tribute to the many meticulously thought out flat lays and point of view hand shots that feature in his films. I had an absolute ball making the invite alone. Happy birthday to me.

Et Voila

 

And then the party itself- what an absolute treat. I booked a space at a Bar in town- the Della Hyde. A bar inspired by the The Grand Budapest Hotel, it’s styled like the beautiful pink hotel lobby. Dress code was obvious- and my friends did not disappoint. I have never been more delighted with a room full of people.

I’ll have a butterscotch sundae I guess.

 

Well, everyone knows Custer died at Little Bighorn. What this book presupposes is…maybe he didn’t?

 

She was shaking like a shitting dog.

 

I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.

 

Dear Sam, when?

 

Son of a bitch I’m sick of these dolphins.

 

If what I think is happening, is happening. It better not be.

 

I guess we’ll just have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.