This intimate party, lit by a coral-colored sunset on a yacht called the Crystal Island, was hosted by a Middle Eastern Jay Gatsby introduced by his staff as ``our host'' and by the late Merchant as ``our benefactor.'' Repeated inquiries into the ship's registration and into the host's identity proved fruitless. Knowing the courtly Ismail as all the guests did, it was understood that the Meditteranean of Veuve Clicqot and Alps of Beluga were not in honor of Soldier's Daughter, but bait for the moneymen who might underwrite the next I/M production.
The weather was like silk, the view of Cannes from its eastern corner spectacular, and the guests, who included Jeanne Moreau and Janet Leigh, were indescribably glam. Lucky was Flickgrrl, who found herself between these two legends, bubbly as the libations.
``Who lives like this?'' wondered Moreau, happy to be a tourist aboard the floating Eden, and in agreement with Leigh that Cannes never looks so beautiful as when seen from afar.