With more than 762 centimeters of snow and 300 days of sunshine per year, Telluride is one of the most dependable destinations for powder hounds.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: “Hold all my calls, I’m sleeping with Mr. Darcy tonight!” So went my cheeky last words to the innkeeper at The Peacock at Rowsley Hotel. A mere year ago, Colin Firth slipped between these very sheets.
When fashion and film unite, expect the unexpected. The Giorgio Armani brand is a long-time patron of the arts, and now the company is promoting emerging filmmakers through its Films of City Frames initiative.
Autumn is most certainly arriving, and with it the burst of the summer movie bubble. We rouse to the realization we’re emotionally and intellectually starving for a meaningful story. This is what the Toronto International Film Festival does best.
The Maison Perrier-Jouët celebration for Foxcatcher was buzzing. Like clockwork, the Cannes darling enthralled Toronto critics and audiences alike last night. Based on actual events, this Sony Pictures Classics drama is one of the year’s most anticipated films.
Not to be upstaged by Buckingham Palace’s announcement of the Royal Baby Part II, first things first: Eddie Redmayne is genius at playing genius.
The brows have landed. Lending some much needed catwalk chic to the Toronto International Film Festival’s opening weekend, Cara Delevingne arrived to celebrate the world premiere of The Face of an Angel.
By far the hottest invitation of the night, the Hudson’s Bay bash for the world premiere of St. Vincent quickly turned into a wild kingdom of revelry. Befitting of the end of the Toronto International Film Festival’s official Bill Murray Day, the veteran actor earned a thundering ovation at the Princess of Wales Theatre for his latest role.
Robert Downey Jr. came in hot, ready to party. And by party I mean got down on his knees to talk meaningfully to a seven-year-old.
The 39th annual Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) began with an evening of art imitating life imitating art. The inimitable Al Pacino was the subject of a career retrospective, taking part in an onstage conversation with interviewer George Stroumboulopoulos.
There’s plenty to swoon over in Florida’s Key West, not least of which was the recent Humphrey Bogart Film Festival in the Florida Keys.
North Carolinians are beautifully blasé about how hip the state is. Raleigh, Asheville, and Highlands are cool communities filled with friendly locals, hearty food, and cashmere-swaddled lazy afternoons.
Dining in Bal Harbour, Florida is much more than a revolving display of Wall Street South titans coming in for dinner. Gifted chefs—known and unknown—are doing noteworthy things here.
While the head of this bloated festival belonged to Benedict Cumberbatch, TIFF’s svelte tail most certainly belongs to the newly-engaged Scarlett Johansson.
Taylor Swift isn’t boy crazy, she’s chemistry crazy. Like a mad professor experimenting with human pheromones, Swift leans into Australian newcomer Brenton Thwaites and makes him positively blush.
All hail Daniel Brühl. The scene at Thompson Hotel is a bustling beehive, like something out of a Formula One pit stop. If TIFF partygoers could have bucked security to douse the actor in Moët & Chandon, hoisting him up on their shoulders champion’s-circle-style, I’m pretty sure they would.
Fresh pasta bar at midnight? Audi sure knows how to spoil a guy who commits to a 400-calorie-a-day-diet in order to play the role of his career. The reinvention on parade at Saturday’s TIFF parties is most poignant with Matthew McConaughey, as he unleashes his most radical role yet on Toronto audiences.
At times, after hunting and gathering anecdotes for hours, the TIFF gods will land the best stories, literally in your lap.
The Benedict has landed. This fall, leading man of the moment Benedict Cumberbatch transitions from nerdy, cult unknown to a triple-crown “it boy”.
Vienna is a feast for the senses, a living city very much in concert and comfort with its illustrious past.