Posts tagged tiff 2012
LOL @ TIFF 2012 Part 3: Starstruck with vitaminwater, Rob Stewart’s Revolution, Dining with Zac Efron and Oxford Beach’s hot-people rooftop
Sep 17th
It’s TRUE, we are stars — My mom even said so.
And now that the stupid-film-festival-I-always-forget-how-much-I-hate-until-it-gets-here is finally over, we can all go back to feeling like the precious little stars we all are, as opposed to bothersome proles, annoying Canadians, unwelcome visitors in our own dang city.
No, I swear, I AM Ben Affleck, see? I just want to buy some coconut water from that shop... no? Okay, cool. Mr. Redford can keep the shop, I don't even care.
TIFF doesn’t come without its fun (see: all of the parties) but if you had to bicycle straight through Lightbox land on your way to and from work for 10 days straight, you’d get it. You couldn’t miss it.
The congestion, the screaming, the weary faces of star gawkers waiting for hours outside of theatres for someone famous – anyone at all even sort of famous, the men standing next to black SUV’s telling you NOBODY’S ALLOWED to bike through your favourite shortcut right now.
SAYS WHO? MAYOR SUSAN SARANDON? WADDAHEY?!?
Now that that’s out of the way, here are the rest of my 140 character party reviews (with photos, of course).
Regularly scheduled non-douchey blogging resumes shortly – and boy is there a lot to blog about, GAH!
For now though…
P.S. — This is my favourite piece of film festival coverage this year so far. It’s hilarious and so well done. Kudos, Sarah Lazarovic!
LOL @ TIFF 2012 Part 2: Q after dark, Nikki Beach at the Spoke Club, Target’s Hotel + NYFW creeping
Sep 12th
AlrightAlrightAlrightAlrightAlright; Day 6, Post… two.
Weak sauce, I know, but my blog is my blog and my job is my job and where sauce is concerned and the hours are few, I must save the strong stuff for the spaghetti I can actually eat…
That metaphor turned way complicated I think. I’m sorry. I’m sleepy. I’m saucy.
Ready for a few more 140-character TIFF party reviews? Play this mashup while you read. It’s strangely good, in an OTT kind of way, and it’ll make my life seem so much cooler while you read.
Jian Ghomeshi’s Q After Dark Party:
A red carpet doggy had me gleeful upon entry. Inside, dozens of powerful media types, a Hollywood starlet or two and some CBC hotties. Nice.
Nissan is giving out free rides to Torontonians during the film festival if they know how to get ‘em. All we had to do was tweet #LEAFtaxi and bam — a cool car with a lit cab (just perfect for taking selfies) popped up and we were definitely grateful for that when the weather got wetter.
Nikki beach Toronto at the Spoke Club
ChiChi Spoke Club takeover by an oft-hyped club in Miami. French producer-types offered free drinks to blondes in tight dresses on the rooftop 
Afterparty in the Target Hotel, courtesy of Becca
Red and white and drunk all over? Jammed out to YouTube videos on the in-room iPad before taking it to the rainy roof for a night cap.
I really didn’t take many photos at those last two parties, as I was too busy looking at things and talking to people. That’s a good thing, right?
Healthy and whatnot… unlike this scene I witnessed Sunday near work (and every day since the festival started, pretty much):
I always ask who they are waiting for. Nine times out of ten, they don’t even know. “Anybody,” they say. A group in front of the Princess of Wales theatre yesterday started mobbing three hours early for Rachel McAdams — and her dress wasn’t even cute!
More to life, guys. Have you seen the trailer for Antiviral yet? It’s perfect for this festival.
Sunday was supposed to include the fashion cares after party and I wanted to rush for a film but, alas, I can only run on 2 hours sleep for so many days in a row before I start bawling and curl up in bed with my teddy bear and hibernate.
Game of Thrones, kitty cat, boyfriend, mommy’s lasagna. Hold me in your arms, life. I’m all TIFF’ed out.
Next year, I’d like to hit New York Fashion Week (unless I’m doing something actually film related at the time.)
I wouldn’t get into any cool parties in New York and I’d be in the back row at every single show, but at least I’d be passionate about what I’m seeing.
I have way more to say about Karen Walker’s Jetsonian Spring 2013 ready to wear collection (LONG BANGS FOREVER!) and Rodarte’s ultra-graphic RPG-inspired gowns (THE GEEK SHALL INHERIT THE RUNWAY), and pretty much anything everyone is wearing on the street in New York City right now than I do about watching Christopher Walken walk 10 steps from his hotel to a private car. Like, what do you say about that? “Christopher Walken is a famous man. Fans enjoyed his appearance very much.”
BAH!
Speaking of street style (ish) though, here’s a snap from a party I went to at the Ritz Carlton last week courtesy of BlogTO.
I don’t know why my face looks like that… I wasn’t trying to look evil, just cool. Inside, I was just happy to be having my picture taken.
Lest we forgot 9/11, but happy pumpkin latte day.
And with that, I bid you A NIGHT NIGHT!
TIFF GLAM: Too busy with Bradley Cooper and Ryan Gosling to blog…
Sep 8th
Oh, those two! They kept quarreling over who would get to take me out first, so I made it simple. We’re all hanging out together for the rest of the film festival.
As a matter of fact, they’re here right now!
“HI INTERNET!” says Ryan. “Hey Lauren, jump on the hoverbike!” says Bradley. “I want to get some candy corn from the lune…”
Busy, Busy little bee… real post coming — wait and see!
Stay ULTRAGLAM my friends. I’m off to meet up with Johnny Depp and Kristen Stewart for mimosas in the VVVVIP suite at the Soho House. I’ll get back to you in 7 days.
– SENT FROM MY FLY-PHONE
