Barbie designer, Bill Greening, has created this amazing poolside collection for your favourite doll.
It’s everything a gal needs for a day by the pool or indeed on a yacht and is über glamorous.
Who better to model it then, than our über glamorous guest, Beauty and the Dirt.
Perfect for chillaxing on the BOTD yacht, whisking us between Cannes and Monte Carlo or simply anchoring here in the bay of Villefranche and nipping ashore to BOTD Towers whenever we fancy.
Can you believe all these stories coming out of Cannes about all this jewellery theft?
It’s awfully convenient to go along side the promotion of the new film Bling Ring but awfully inconvenient if you are one of the big jewellery houses being targeted.
But who could possibly be behind it….
Ooh hang on. My phone’s ringing…
It’s Beauty and the Dirt calling from her getaway car Cannes.
Happy Birthday Joan Collins who turned….
Wait that can’t be right…. Is she really?
She can’t be.
And she hasn’t had any work done!
It must be because she never goes out in the sun without an enormous hat.
I keep meaning to get an enormous hat.
I’ll put it on the birthday list (two weeks today, people) though I enjoy being in the sun way too much. I guess I will look 80 long before Joanie ever does!
So I came back from Northumberland with a rather shocking cold.
It has been quite horrid.
I have been drying myself out (in every sense) in the sun, and watching hours of coverage from the Chelsea Flower Show.
I’m feeling super inspired to get planting and watering and growing and everything….
Or maybe just wearing floral prints.
Just touched down in Londontown!
What a wild weekend.
Yesterday we took the wedding train to… The north.
And today we took the hangover express back to London.
Somewhere in the middle was an amazing wedding. In an amazing venue. With amazing people. And amazing food (and a lot of amazing wine and champagne to wash it down with). Followed by some amazing throwing of shapes. Some amazing fireworks and…. Then it gets a bit blurry. A bit more amazing wine and possibly some less amazing dancing?
I was toasted!
So now it’s time for me to toast the groom and groom, to Piers and Will!
I’m on a train….. Tunnel!
I’m reading a book…. Well trying to read a book…
The one in Barbie’s hand, here.
Okay here she’s just posing with it. But mainly, I’m reading it.
Me and Mr F and the divine Lizzie Roper are on our way to the author’s wedding.
It’s difficult to read as they keep being hilarious.
That and the tunnels….
It’s called The Last Wild.
It’s ever so good.
Which is a good job. Tunnel.
I always think it’s a bit awk if you don’t like someone’s work. Especially if you’re en route to their wedding.
But I do.
It’s for kids apparently but as a grown up, albeit one who plays with dolls, I’m hooked.
Not much swearing which I like.
Lots of animals.
They can talk. Which I like.
Anyway I can’t sit here chatting to you about it, I have to finish before we get there. Tunnel
I do love a wedding.
Anyone who is anyone is jetting into Nice airport this week for the Festival de Cannes.
You know me (and Victoria B) and the dolls; the airport is our runway. So here we are. All dressed up, with somewhere to go?
You better believe it. (Follow the hilarious journey on twitter/instagram)
But who are we sharing the airport with…
Vanessa Paradis? Fancy running into you, this way to the airport bus…
Hey Florence (sans la machine), the dolls are super busy, could you sign some autographs to keep the BOTD fans happy? Ta very much.
Ooh look. Lana Doll Rey.
Carey Mulligan! You’re getting a lot of coverage on Barbie of the Day this week. Remind me to give you my Botox dealer’s number, luv ya.
Ooh. Top Mo-Doll, Cara! Looking faboosh as ever. That is some ridonculous airport get up you are working there. We know how hard it is to look so amazeballs when travelling.
Maddest airport look obviously goes to Fan Bingbing…
But how did she get this enormous dress in that tiny LV case?
It’s p*ssing down.
The Côte d’Azur is currently the Côte de Gris.
It is so wet and so horrible. It can mean only one thing… Must be the start of Cannes Film Festival!
Did you see the little wet faces on the red carpet last night on La Croisette.
The premiere of the Wet Gatsby.
Now that’s an amazing photo!
Mine, by the way, was taken by the fantastic Annabelle Moller. A photoshoot where we got almost as wet as Leo DiCaprio.
What about the lovely Carey Mulligan?
How old is she?
Do you know?
I always thought she was a kid.
But every time I have seen her promoting this movie I have thought, woah, gurl you is ooooooold. Well you know. Older than me. She’s gotta be older than me, right?
I’d guess 32 in this picture.
This picture says one thing, right?
I wiki’d her. She is 28 in a few weeks. I’m 30 in a few weeks and look way younger.
Without a Dior gown.
Or an umbrella.
Anyway. This is the last Gatsby post. (*spoiler alert* Mulligan is featured in tomorrow’s BOTD.) Well until I see the movie.
So let’s look at two other amazing photos from last night that made me go woah.
Cara. Amazing! Like proper amazing. Looking way older than she is. But still amazing.
But the award for the fiercest photo on the red carpet has to go to Solange-don’t call me Beyoncé’s sister-Knowles.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
Summer is here! HERE!
I love London. It’s on all the time.
There is always something happening.
Less so here on the Côte d’Azur.
Until now that is. May.
The party month on the Med.
The Festival de Cannes begins today and with the Monaco Grand Prix just around the corner, here suddenly feels the place to be.
The opening movie is the Great Gatsby. It will be big news whether the critics like it or not. But it doesn’t really matter. It’s all about the parties, right?
I spoke yesterday of my Gatsby excitement….
Shall we look at some posters?
And the dolls?
The winner, clearly. A Bob Mackie design. Full of movement. Full of life. Stupidly expensive looking. Faboosh!
So I’m quite excited about the Great Gatsby.
It may have had shiteous reviews but whatevs, it looks pretty.
I’m the only person I know who quite liked the book. Mr F has been reading it for about three years and cannot finish it. “Nothing happens!!”
On a Luhrmann front…
He hated Romeo and Juliet.
I loved it.
He loved Moulin Rouge.
I hated it. (I know I might be alone on that one but it is just not good enough-but ha! It works omy own argument of it looking pretty. And at least Nicole Kidman dies it which has gotta be worth something. *spoiler alert* Nicole Kidman dies. Ha ha I crack myself up.)
Strictly Ballroom. Now that’s a movie!
I don’t think he saw it. It was pre us, before his life had been culturally enriched by my presence with things like Devil Wears Prada and tailoring.
I may be excited but that doesn’t mean I’m about to start giving the dolls 1920s bobs… Yet.
Instead let’s talk about the quite frankly, amazeballs soundtrack.
Much has been said about Beyoncé covering Winehouse.
The problem with the track is really the presence of Andre 3000. His noise gets right on my wires. It’s been a long time nice Hey Ya hasn’t it, Mr 3000?
B sounds fine.
But… Would look much better with an Amy makeover…
Way more impressive, however, is my evil twin, Emeli Sandé’s cover of this amazing song….
It is important to know when your house/wardrobe/general hoarding has gotten out of control.
That was last week.
This is this week….
The treehouse has had a major spring clean.
Apols for the radio silence.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder as they say so I know you will still be loving me and everything I’m gonna serve up this week.
And so to work…
No bank holiday for us, here in France… Well we had ours last Wednesday… And another one this Wednesday… And one on Thursday in Monaco… But you know. We all work really hard!
It may be sunny outside but the dolls have got on their Monday best, to start the week properly at BOTD Towers.
Office chic doesn’t have to be boring but somehow the dolls have stepped away from their usual slutty funeral chic and opted for something… Well a bit too sensible. Obviously not one of them thought to put their hair up but even so. I might have to insist on Bikini Tuesday tomorrow.