It was inspiring to be around somebody that lived the way he did: Beauty was so infused in everything he touched. His attention to detail—the table settings, the butlers, the things that none of us can afford—he lived like that, in a castle outside of Paris with a moat around it. He would sit down to lunch and he would say, “This is queen so-and-so’s china from Russia.”
But then he was so naughty, and he had such a great laugh. He loved Hollywood stories, and would love hearing gossip. He thought Jennifer Lopez was the most beautiful woman alive. He would say, “She’s beautiful—but not like Jennifer Lopez.” And he would always be on me for my physical appearance—somewhere in between a fatherly way and a designer way. Like, “Did you gain three kilos? Why aren’t you wearing mascara? Would it kill you to put a little swipe of lipstick on?” Do you remember the first time you met? I don’t, but I do remember the time we met where we then became friends. I was doing a play in London in 2002. He and [his business partner] Giancarlo [Giammetti] came, and they said, “Why don’t you let us have a dinner for you?” They had this lovely dinner for me, which was so sweet. It was all of these aristos and HRHs. I was like, “Oh, what world am I stepping into here?” I was fascinated by him. He had this incredible elegance in the way that he carried himself—but then he really was so naughty. My favorite combination is regal-ness and naughtiness.
