Things you buy through our links may earn Vox Media a commission. A woman travels to Cannes to watch films and flirt her way through a busy work week: 31, single, France. Wake up in France, groggy from traveling all day. For a moment I have no idea where I am before remembering I have a film festival to cover.
The website for live tickets to premieres opens at seven sharp, so here we are. It crashes and all the hot tickets sell out. I settle on one repeat screening and go back to bed.
I blast Kim Petras while packing the essentials: heels, blazer, wallet, notebook, gum, contacts, water, meds, charger, disposable camera, iPad, keyboard, highlighter, lip liner, and Eau Sauvage. I head over to a nearby bakery for a cappuccino and croissants.
I scroll Raya and Feeld in case the options are better here. Maybe Frencher and hotter? I have been single for a long time, but am finally realizing I might be ready for something more serious after the past few years of complicated situationships, one in particular with an emotionally immature man in L. The first name I see on Raya is an actor who I went on a date with years ago and now lives around the corner from me in L. Feeld is all year-olds asking for threesomes, miles away from me.
First meeting of the day with a producer. The next few hours are filled with back-to-back meetings that range from 30 minutes to an hour with agents, execs, distributors, sales reps, and talent.
