Cécile hosted a cheeky little Sunday brunch in Hollywood last weekend. (Cheeky being the key word here.)
It all started out so beautifully.
A white linen table cloth, lilies in a vase, rosé on ice… but soon descended into complete madness (as all good Sunday brunches do).
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
With a cooling, rich bowl of pea-soup & homemade sushi.
And lashings of pink wine.
Salads & sliced roast beef.
Followed by cigarettes (for some) and deep discussions.
Ok, maybe not always that deep…
French pastries, naturally.
Which we had with our toes in the pool.
Before getting just too hot & dipping the rest of us in too.
C whipped up jugs of deadly watermelon margaritas.
From here on out I think the snaps probably speak for themselves.
Thank you Cécile for one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time.
