Last summer, I stayed with one of my best friends, Char, in her house in Port Grimaud near St Tropez. It was the most perfect, chilled holiday. Days were spent lying on the balcony in the sun, smoking way too many cigarettes, drinking Ice Tropez, reading, watching Two of a Kind (don't ask...), and having midnight swims in the sea followed by moon-bathing (again, don't ask). My first ever venture into St Tropez was equally exciting, and everything I thought it would be. Crammed full of super-yachts, couples dressed entirely in Vuitton, Hermes and Chanel strolling along the harbour-front: people-watching perfection. One night out involved drinks on a stranger's super-yacht, followed by a table at VIP room, and watching the sun rise over St Tropez whilst lying on the deck of the enormous yacht. Sufficed to say, it was one of the best nights of my life. Anyway, whilst shivering away at my desk, I cannot help but think back to the 40 degree heat of the South of France, which brings me to the incredible Chanel Cruise show that took place along the harbour. Truly a show that will go down in history. Iconic in every way possible. No words.
Sunrise from a superyacht
My fabulous friend on her balcony in Matthew Williamson