Chalk, condensation, and Champagne in the cloister at Dom Perignon.
In the gallery at Chantilly.
Veuve on the street.Some days it's the little things that make a difference: While styling at Versailles, on a film produced by my friend Kristin on the history of Champagne, we had the chance to meet and greet the Greek ambassadors to Russia, as they strolled through where were were shooting which sort of took the edge off what was fast becoming a potentially hectic shooting schedule. At Dom Perignon we were dually impressed with all the talents of the various players and (by their own accord) with the Bells at the Abby (where dear Dom, the father of Champagne happens to be buried) chiming at the moment we had our final taste. The word sexy was never used but of the eight champagne houses we visited there was palpable sensuality there.
