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High life

Cannes, exclusive? I’ve met classier crowds in brothels

It was fun in the 1950s but nowadays it’s nothing but sleaze and selling

28 May 2016

9:00 AM

28 May 2016

9:00 AM

New York

Let’s face it, sleaze is to professional party-givers what jail is to a burglar, an occupational hazard. I’ve been reading about parties in Cannes, described in glowing terms by stars-in-their eyes hacks who should, but do not, know any better. Well, dear readers of The Spectator, I’m afraid I’ve been there, done it all, and believe you me, squalor is the operative word.

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