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Nadia’s Cannes Diary: Part One--Shoes You Can Use

Actress/director Nadia Litz on the delicate art of packing for Cannes

Not Pitt.  Not Gosling.  The possibility of running into these gentlemen isn’t what’s dancing through my sleepy head the night before I ready-set-jet to the South of France for the 64th Annual Festival de Cannes.  

Every individual habiliment I wear at Cannes must be able to work with a heel (say my perforated grey Miu Miu platforms) and flats (say my A.P.C. Spring patent-porsellis).  

This is what consumes my thoughts.  

With so many possibilities in Cannes–the seductive stargazing of the Croisette, the cinephile’s playground at the Palais–walking the uneasy cobblestone alleyways will require I be spontaneous in my footwear.  This means I do not splurge on the Rodarte for Opening Ceremony bubble skirt (in flats it emphasizes my petite-ness in a way that isn’t, as the French say, mignonne).   

Footwear is on my mind.  Film is a close second. I’m about to attend the most important film festival in the world.  As a director.  I attended once before with the first film I starred in:  the Can-auteur flick The Five Senses–which also starred the Parkers–Molly and Mary Louise (Sarah Jessica must have been busy…)

Just a year ago I was a 29-forever, award-winning, ahem, indie actress, who had just slaved through Norman Jewison’s prestigious Canadian Film Centre as a Director-in-Residence (Sarah Polley and Don McKellar are also alums). There I directed my first film, a short called How To Rid Your Lover Of A Negative Emotion Caused By You!.  

After it premiered in September at TIFF, I never dreamed I would be on my way to show my directorial debut in the Cannes Court Metrage. This means my short won’t be judged in competition, but it’s my first film behind the lens.  Give me time to really arrive.  

Until then, I excitedly await my not-too-shabby screening on May 19th and take in (and share with you, mignonnes) the most anticipated film premieres in the world.

Dunst does von Trier.  Swoon. Pitt does Malick.  Knee-buckle.  And Penn as a 50-year-old goth in Paolo Sorrentino’s latest?  Yes please.

Maybe I’ll replace one pair of slippers for another pair of sky highs.  How tricky can those cobblestones be?