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Sailor et Lula (Wild at Heart) est un film américain de David Lynch sorti en 1990.

Sailor (Nicolas Cage) et Lula (Laura Dern) s'aiment d'un amour fou, total, absolu. Mais ils doivent échapper à la mère de la jeune femme, Marietta (Diane Ladd) qui s'oppose à cette liaison. Au cours de leur cavale pour échapper à Marietta et à son amant, l'inquiétant gangster Santos (J.E. Freeman), ils croiseront de nombreux personnages étranges, voire inquiétants, parmi lesquels le déjanté Bobby Peru (Willem Dafoe) et sa maitresse Perdita Durango (Isabella Rossellini)... Par un enchaînement d'effets meurtriers, sensuels et terrifiants s'ouvrent les portes d'un univers noir et hypnotique porteur d'effroyables secrets.* Titre : Sailor et Lula
    * Titre original : Wild at Heart (littéralement : Cœurs sauvages)
    * Réalisation : David Lynch
    * Nicolas Cage  : Sailor Ripley
    * Laura Dern  : Lula Pace Fortune
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Filipino debutante reaches Paris ball - INQUIRER.net, Philippine News for Filipinos

Filipino debutante reaches Paris ball
By Anton San Diego
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 04:06:00 02/01/2009

Filed Under: Lifestyle & Leisure

THE Crillon Hotel in Paris is one of the oldest luxury hotels in the world. It was commissioned by King Louis XV and has seen royalty, presidents, dignitaries, personalities and celebrities pass through its doors.

Once a year in November, the hotel plays host to 23 debutantes from all over the world, dubbed the “Crillon Debutante Ball” or “Bal Haute Couture.” Others simply call it the Crillon Ball.

Originating in the late 1700s in England, it has evolved over the years. In the 1990s, the very elegant PR extraordinaire Ophelie Renouard took the reins and gave a Fren ch touch to the ball. Past debutantes have included the niece of President George W Bush (Lauren) and the daughter of Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi (Barbara).

This year’s roster had Bruce Willis and Demi Moore’s daughter Scout, James and Sarah Mellon’s daughter Sarah, and Count Serge von der Pahlen and Margherita Agnelli’s daughter Countess Tatiana. There were also debutantes from Japan, Korea and China. For the first time in the ball’s history, a Filipina made her debut.

Last February, I met with Renouard in Paris who asked me to help her choose a debutante from the Philippines. There were many ladies to choose from. I suggested different names to Renouard, who then chose the lucky young woman—Paloma Urquijo Zobel.

Three-day ball

The ball was held last Nov. 29, spread over three days.

After months of coordinating, e-mails, fittings and secrecy, we arrived in Paris, with thermals and bundles of coats in tow. Paloma was lucky enough to have around her her mother Bea Jr, siblings Jaime and Monica and grandparents Don Jaime and Doña Bea Zobel. Bea was fortunate to have her excellent stylist Danny Katalbas from Emphasis in the same city (he was attending a L’Oreal workshop). He made her and her mom look radiant. Bea Jr wore a turquoise Inno Sotto gown and a Bea Valdes neckpiece, and simply was a standout.

Paloma’s escort was Rose Ann Cu-Unjieng de Pampelonne’s son Dominic; her older brother Jaime was the escort of her friend from Egypt.

The first night we had dinner at the Crillon Grand Ballroom. It made me recall the book “My Last Supper: 50 Great Chefs and Their Final Meals.” Although I am no chef, I could rate this meal as one of the best I ever had. Of course, the company made it even more special.

The second day was a series of shoots in the hotel and around the city with Paloma and her family. In the evening, the chairman and CEO of Starwood Capital Group worldwide, the company that owns the umbrella group of Hotel de Crillon, Westin, W and Sheraton St Regis, hosted cocktails at Le Cristal Baccarat Room, where the debutantes, escorts and families got to meet each other and practice dancing the waltz.

The day of the event saw a flurry of activities. The debutantes were to do group photos and check out the jewelry they had to wear (courtesy of Adler). Paloma and family also had to be photographed for the Philippine Tatler—and had to tour the city.

The ball was set for 6:30 p.m. but I went early to shoot the grand set-up. I got along well with the UK-based photographer Tim Griffiths, a veteran of the ball who gave me the lowdown on what to expect that night. He was accommodating and kind enough to let me pull him aside whenever I wanted someone photographed.

Casper Van Dien

Once guests trickled in, I made my way to Bea Jr and Rose Ann de Pampelonne. We met the very pretty and gracious royalty/actress Catherine Oxenberg (Amanda on the TV show “Dynasty”) and her husband, actor Casper Van Dien (“Starship Troopers”). Van Dien recalled the time he spent in Pagsanjan filming a movie and how his crew kept asking him to try the “egg with a duck in it,” while Catherine talked of how much she appreciated her “yaya” and that she knew two Filipino, not-so-pleasing-to-the-ear words.

We got to meet the shoe king Christian Louboutin, a friend of Rose Ann, who asked about former First Lady Imelda Marcos. I guess it’s the shoe thing. We also got to meet and have photos with Hollywood royalty—Bruce Willis (with girlfriend, model Emma Hemming), Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher. And, yes, Demi was as beautiful as she is in the movies, and Ashton very tall and handsome. While I found Bruce quite smug, to Bea Jr he was debonair and the ultimate hunk. “When I met him my knees turned to jelly!” she said.

I had the biggest laugh of the evening when Rose Ann introduced me to a gentleman, then whispered to me, “He is the Maurice Arcache of Paris!” I told her that Maurice would just love that!

After we sat at our tables for a sumptuous dinner of foie gras and lobster, the debutantes were presented one by one to the guests and the press. All the debutantes (in couture dresses, from Lanvin, Givenchy and Oscar de la Renta, etc.) and cavaliers were beautiful and handsome. Of course, some were visibly nervous but then, considering they were between 18 and 22 years old, they looked and moved like pros.

Beaming with pride

Our eyes were glued to the Filipino contingent. Paloma looked beautiful in her burgundy Carolina Herrera gown, while Jaime and Dominic looked very handsome. Their mothers and grandparents were beaming with pride.

Dancing followed, then the debutantes and their cavaliers went to paint the town red. Most of them had to catch an early flight the next day to head back to school.

It was truly a memorable time for me as I took pride in the fact that I helped choose the debutante from our country and felt even prouder to have a representative from the Philippines. Other Asian countries have yet to be asked; I’m sure they will be soon. I am also very sure that these young women will remember this part of their lives and treasure it forever. As Don Jaime said, “I am sure Paloma will be sharing this event even with her grandchildren.”

And while it may seem that the Crillon Ball is all pomp and pageantry, it is also a fundraiser. This year’s recipient was the Melita Bern Schlanger Foundation for diabetes research.

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Frill seekers: We gate-crash a debutantes' ball in Paris - Times Online

January 26, 2003

Frill seekers: We gate-crash a debutantes' ball in Paris

The Paris Haute Couture Ball is de rigueur for Europe's eligible high-society set. But don't call it a dating club - or mention the word 'debutante'. By John Follain

Naomi's eyebrows shoot up towards the gilded ceiling. 'Is that the dress you're wearing for the dance tomorrow? How will you dance in it?' she asks her friend Katie. 'No problem,'her pal replies. 'I'll gather up the extra cloth over my right arm, and the boy will be on my right, and it will be fine.' Katie twirls in front of a mirror to demonstrate. Naomi shakes her head. 'I don't mean the dancing. I mean your boobs. I can see them!' So can we all. Katie's Vivienne Westwood dress has a bodice that is slashed from the neck to the waist. No bra can be worn, which is why bouncy Katie is causing a stir.

This is no ordinary teenage pre-clubbing chat. Naomi is the Honourable Naomi Gummer, from a family influential in politics and business, and Katie is the Hon Katie Green - family interests: property and shipping. Both 18, they are among 23 girls preparing for a photo call at an annual high-society love-in. Every winter the luxurious 18th-century H™tel de Crillon, on the Place de la Concorde in Paris, hosts a special mix of high fashion and high society officially called Le Bal des DŽbutantes. But in English it's the Paris Haute Couture Ball. Because in cool Britannia, nobody wants to be called a debutante - that conjures up visions of robust, horse-loving gels from the shires, dressed in ugly white dresses, galumphing around a ballroom in a ghastly seduction routine.

But it's a very different situation in Paris, when the daughters of some of the oldest families in Europe - and the seriously nouveaux riches - gather at the Crillon. This year there's a Russian in the starring role: Xenia Virganskaya Gorbachev, granddaughter of the former Soviet president and Nobel laureate, Mikhail. She's blonde, with her late grandma Raisa's high cheekbones, and traces of puppy fat on show, thanks to the midriff top and low-slung jeans that she, like all the other debs, favour when in civvies. While Grandpa is yesterday's man back home in Moscow, Xenia is the girl of the moment here. Perhaps all the press attention has gone to her head - her manner wouldn't be out of place at the Russian imperial court. She smiles for the photographers, but becomes increasingly frosty as the photo shoots drag on and the media pack dogs her footsteps.

As the debs parade in the salons, heads perfectly poised, the event's mastermind is overseeing preparations from the bar downstairs. Ophelie Renouard, publicist and organiser, says that she launched the ball in 1991 for the great and the good of France - and for charity, ostensibly. It is an adaptation of the Berkeley Dress Show, which had for decades launched the London season. The show was itself part of the debutante tradition born in Britain, where young ladies from smart families were presented at court before they made their appearance in high society.

Renouard is coy when asked how much the event, sponsored by the Japanese jeweller Mikimoto, raises for Aids and cancer research. 'A few thousand pounds,' she says quickly; she won't give a specific figure. 'Asking about money is a typical English and American thing.' She selects the participants every year. Because of the sponsor, she has to have one Japanese girl. And there have to be Americans and Greeks - that's who really buy haute couture.

But nationality is not the only criterion. 'The girls have to be from famous families - families that have achieved something,' she says. Much of this year's bunch have somewhat distant ties to high-achievers. So we have the granddaughter of a former Japanese prime minister, and a Portuguese girl, 'both of whose grandfathers were very close to the King of Portugal'. There's the great-granddaughter of David Sarnoff, who spent 72 consecutive hours at a Morse-code station relaying the survivors' names when the Titanic sank, and who founded NBC television and Radio Free Europe. And Son Altesse la Princesse Alix de Ligne of Belgium, who refused to wear a tiara, choosing a pink rose for her hair instead.

None of these can rival the show-stealing Ms Gorbachev, who has naturally bagged the most valuable dress: a jewel-encrusted black-and-violet silk creation from Christian Dior, said to be worth £60,000. But there's a Kremlin-like secrecy to Xenia. 'We have no idea what her parents do for a living,' says Renouard's assistant Stephanie Rouchy, who is chaperoning the 20-year-old and her fiance, Kirill Solod, during their visit to Paris. All Xenia revealed on her entry form was that her mother, Irina - Mikhail's daughter - works at the Gorbachev Foundation. She didn't even put her father's name down. But she did record that Grandpa Gorby is happy for her to be the first Russian to attend the ball.

Xenia is no stranger to Paris, nor is she short of a rouble; she'd had a happy afternoon loading up at Printemps, while Kirill went to buy vintage armagnac for Grandpa. Then it was off to Dior for the dress, and the sort of royal treatment that left her marvelling. 'In Russia this doesn't happen,' she said. 'Nobody knows who I am back home.'

Xenia has no problem with being labelled a deb - not so the British set. 'The word 'debutante' wasn't mentioned when I was invited,' says Naomi Gummer. 'I wouldn't do this at home. But this is a bit of a laugh.' Genevieve Chapman, an art history student and the stepdaughter of an earl, says: 'I don't want to be a deb. That's not what I am.'

These girls are here for fashion and fun. Says Natasha Rufus Isaacs: 'It's every girl's dream to be made up, have your hair done by professionals and be a model. And it's for a good cause.' Her mother is the Marchioness of Reading, her great-grandfather was one of the viceroys of India. The days when such events were a gentrified mating game are gone; many of the girls already have boyfriends. But take out the matchmaking mamas and what's left is little more than a marketing tool.

The next afternoon there is tension in the air. One mother gives Renouard an earful because no journalist bothered to interview her little darling. Xenia Gorbachev, by contrast, has been swamped with interview requests and decides not to talk. Things start to run late. At 2.30pm, the girls have been promised a waltz practice. Most haven't danced one before. It doesn't materialise, and nerves start to show. 'Try to be natural,' they are urged. 'You have to be happy. So smile.'

They are whisked away for hairdos, make-up, fittings and endless waiting. The blonde, doe-eyed Florence Brudenell-Bruce hangs back to seek some reassurance from her escort, her cousin Charles de la Ferriere. Florence is a Franco-British member of the family that invented the cardigan; at 17 she is the youngest and the most angelic of the girls. 'I've just been told that I will open the ball,' she confides worriedly.

Genevieve Chapman's mother, Countess Woolton, the jewellery editor for British Vogue, says the only elitist thing about the event is 'that the girls have to be tall and slim to wear these gorgeous dresses'. 'I haven't told many people about this,' says Genevieve. 'Florence is a bit upset because her photo appeared on page three of a newspaper, and she got text messages from some friends calling her a page-three girl. Ha, very ha.'

Xenia is one of the first ready. Clad in the Dior gown and a diamond tiara, she has nothing to do except to drag nervously on her cigarette. Why is she here? 'Because I was invited,' she replies. Would she care to elaborate? 'I thought it would be fun.' Kirill is more forthcoming: 'I came because she asked me to - and I'd never seen anything like this before.' But Ms Gorbachev turns and commands him, Politburo-style: 'Come, Kirill, we have to fix something.' Questions could be raised about how well she's doing in her public-relations course at Moscow university.

It is 7.30pm, an hour before kickoff, and at last the debs get their dance practice in the lobby. The Emperor Waltz strikes up - on a synthesiser. Not exactly classy. The space is cramped, and what happens is like dodgems in frocks. But the hotel's ground floor has been transformed: birdcages hang above tables decorated with white candles and rose petals. Florence and her escort appear; she is stunning in a Bruce Oldfield grey silk dress. With echoes of Miss World, the show's host reads a few comments about each girl as she emerges - and manages to mention the sponsor 23 times.

The Hon Katie, in Westwood S&M-style boots, poses mischievously, poking her tongue out to touch her upper lip. It all goes swimmingly. Ms Gorbachev is even seen to laugh during a dinner of cauliflower soup, duck pie and patisseries.

Florence makes a fine job of launching the proceedings. After three waltzes, the music switches to pop and the girls are rocking'n'rolling. But long before midnight they steal away to their rooms. When they slip through the lobby later, they're in frayed jeans, their coiffures the only legacy of all those hours of preparation.

Ms Gorbachev is not among them: she has gone to bed. But her fellow debs are up for a big night - just not here. 'Yes, the ball was great fun,' the Hon Naomi Gummer says breathlessly. So would she recommend the experience? 'It's important to do it with the right attitude. It's fun, but don't take it seriously,'she says tactfully. And then she's gone, out into the freedom of the Paris night.

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Demi and Bruce's daughter comes out at the Crillon - Telegraph

Demi and Bruce's daughter comes out at the Crillon

For once it was Demi Moore's daughter Scout LaRue Willis who was the centre of attention when the pair enjoyed a glittering night out.

 

by Patrick Sawer
Published: 7:59PM GMT 29 Nov 2008


Scout Larue Willis (left) and her parents Bruce Willis and Demi Moore attend the cocktail party hosted by the Baccarat Museum in Paris, France on November 28, 2008, in honour of the 18th Paris Haute-Couture Ball (Bal des Debutantes).
Scout Larue Willis (left) and her parents Bruce Willis and Demi Moore attend the cocktail party hosted by the Baccarat Museum in Paris, France on November 28, 2008, in honour of the 18th Paris Haute-Couture Ball (Bal des Debutantes). Photo: Abaca

Scout was among the debutantes coming out at one of Europe's most glamorous balls.

Scout and Demi were at the 18th Paris Haute Couture Bal des Debutants, staged in the grand surroundings of the Hotel de Crillon on Friday night.

Pictured with them were 17-year-old fellow debutante Anouchka Delon - daughter of the legendary French actor Alain Delon - and her mother Rosalie Von Breemen.

Scout - dressed in Lacroix - danced with her father Bruce, who was there with his girlfriend Emma Heming. Demi's husband Ashton Kutcher was also in attendance.

Bruce and Demi's two other daughters Rumer Glenn, 20, and Tallulah Belle, 14, didn't miss out on the fun either.

As ever the event was planned down the finest detail, with rehearsals taking place the afternoon before the ball.

Earlier in the week Moore attended the UK charity premiere of her new film Flawless - about businesswoman Laura Quinn who plots to rob the diamond company she works for - at London's Covent Garden Odeon with Kutcher by her side.

"I love diamonds over any other stones," the Hollywood star said, adding that her favourite was the one Kutcher presented to her on their engagement.

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