After living and working in Miami, Buenos Aires, Barcelona and Manhattan, successful models Kelsie (who’s American) and Guillaume (who’s French) recently packed up their car and moved to L.A. to pursue a career in acting. Follow along in their adventures, as they explore new places, work to be discovered by Hollywood, and continue traveling the world. Their dog Yogi is pretty cool, too.
---Before leaving for LA, but after our lease was up in Manhattan, Guillaume and I spent June and July, in "The Hamptons". This is a very upscale area of east Long Island. Many wealthy people from New York keep 2nd or 3rd homes there, for weekends and summer.
Nowhere Else is the HamptonsWe figured we would work on some projects, enjoy a bit of life, spend some time with family (my aunt and uncle who live out there), and maybe befriend a legendary director before heading off to LA LA land. Not to mention, no one rejects an offer to summer in the Hamptons, which we had received.
Celebrities casually peruse the farmers market, while parking lots hold cars that cost more than entire urban neighborhoods. Bentley: of course! — Photo courtesy of xlibber Babies even wear Chanel high heels. Well okay, I confess: I may not have seen the last one in person . . . but I'm sure they're around. I mean, come on! We saw a GIRAFFE roaming around!
Don't get me wrong. There are real people too . . . but they seem to hide under rocks or in their teak lawn chairs by the pool, while all the Manhattan stereotypes roam the place in July.
Unbelievable . . . but True
One Saturday in July a friend invited us to a "champagne brunch." For those who have never been to a Manhattanite version of brunch, it entails one part brunch and ten parts each of loud music and alcohol. The Hamptonite's idea of brunch, however, makes city brunch look like the Queen's high tea.
First of all, the median age was like 19. Meaning these were the children of ferociously rich people, standing barefoot on tables, spraying bottles of Dom Perignon in each others' faces. And unlike street Dom P that sells for a mere hundred something, 'champagne brunch' Dom on a Saturday in the Hampton's starts at thousands per bottle.
At one point, these two 20-somethings start pulling the "No, I got it" when the check came. (It was about $7,000, I would guess), and one says "Seriously, man, I got it, I only spent 90 grand this month."
The Good Parts
Not all of the Hamptons deserve to be colored with that crayon, but that is certainly a most striking feature. What balances that is the area's pastoral feel, its gorgeous old buildings, and idyllic English gardens - the absolute anti-thesis to all the madness.
We did go to a fancy fundraising party and did some wine tasting, but it's pretty tricky keeping up with The Jonses' on the East End. So we spent most of our time biking and beaching and BBQing. We worked on our creative projects and went back to the city for an occasional audition, and the chance to see friends.
Guillaume was Hooked
Guillaume spent much of his time fishing . . . but with no success. This was probably for the better, because, frankly, I'm sure fish-killing would have been a highly traumatic experience for all parties involved. So instead of feasting on the daily catch, we often made tasty trays of olives and crackers to go with our wine. Then we'd sit and watch lofty sail boats glide past the setting sun, which is really enough to balance out the craziness we'd seen.