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.
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.