I stayed at the Hotel Moliere during my first visit to the Cannes Film Festival in ’92. Thanks to Henri Behar for the $100-a-night sublet.

If I was a Cannes jury member I would strongly urge giving a major prize to Olivier Assayas’ Personal Shopper if only to convey a “fuck you” to the Philistines who booed it at the press screening. To those who’ve disputed my claim that they were booing the ending and not the film itself (which is my personal favorite so far), I can only say that I was there and could feel the current in the room (it was definitely slamming it) and that the crowd was simply protesting Assayas’s decision to not wrap things with a neat bow at the finale.

A smile from the proud owners of what appears to be a 1969 Citroen.