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Cate Blanchett in Givenchy by Sarah Burton for the premiere of āGaranceā at the 79th Annual Cannes Film Festival. A close up of her floral hanging thread embroidered halter-neck dress, with matching Bonbon gloves, and black and burgundy patent pointy pumps.
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There were a thousand things Catherine was saying to Carys in her mindāan entire lecture she was certain she would deliver to her daughter in due time. Yet, any lingering frustration dissolved in the radiant light of the young womanās joy. Carys simply lit up at the sheer presence of both women. Catherine watched as her daughterās eyes swept the audience, catching them both on their feet, cheering her on; there was a triumphant twinkle in the girl's gaze that spoke far more eloquently than words ever could. Of course, the reality of the situation remained, she was trapped in a tiny room beside a woman she had, once upon a time, loved. Yet despite the awkwardness, the subtle, electric brushes of their skin, and the familiar flutter in the Welsh woman's stomach, there was a priceless comfort in maintaining this easy civility for their daughter's sake. In fact, if Catherine were completely honest with herself, she had grown almost entirely used to the sensation. Sitting next to Cate felt... nice. Calm. How even when the woman teased her about her daughters scheming talents, she'd practically chuckled under her breath. And for a few fleeting moments in the dark, she had almost managed to forget.
For a genuine, fleeting second, Catherine let her smile rest fully upon Cate. Her expression softened, warmed by the undeniable fact that Cate was sharing this exact, profound sense of pride with her. It was a feeling she couldnāt entirely dissect in the middle of a crowded room, but it was the most vulnerable, open look she had managed to give the blonde in months. Letting out a soft, lighthearted sigh, Catherine accepted the reality of the trap. "I have to admit," she began, a hint of a hum in her throat, "I am far too hungry, and in desperate need of a glass of wine, to have the energy to pretend otherwise. And don't worry ā I am perfectly fine with a little wine tonight." She added that last part with a knowing tilt of her head, leaving Cate to read between the lines. Her gaze peered to the side of the room, taking in the ambient chatter and laughter of the theater crowd, just as Cate murmured a quiet, softening compliment in return. Hearing those words, Catherine's lips pressed into a lingering grin. "It... has been a long time," she agreed softly. She paused, her eyes locking onto Cate's with a sudden, devastatingly honest clarity. "And you also look really good... darling." It didnāt feel odd on the surface; Catherine called almost everyone by those elegant pet names. But directed at the woman beside her, the word of affection carried an entirely different weight, echoing with the ghosts of their past. "Listen," Catherine continued, her voice dropping into a smooth, commanding ease. "How about we just enjoy the dinner? Enjoy catching up, and enjoy the fact that my daughterās little plan seemed to work in whatever way she wanted it to. I am willing to just... have a night I havenāt had in far too long. If you are." And just like that, the silent standoff dissolved. Side by side, both women began walking toward the exit, stepping out into the cool, New York City air where the driver Catherine had arranged for the evening was already waiting at the curb. "Change of plans, i need you to drop us to the everdeen" The welsh woman announced towards the driver.
The restaurant was only a couple of blocks away, a short drive even with the city traffic. Sitting in the back seat beside the blonde, Catherine caught tiny, fleeting glimpses of her through the rearview mirror. It was the complete opposite of their last ride together in the back of a car ā that night when Cate had been sick with worry, and Catherine had been practically unconscious on the way home.This wasnāt that. There was no dread tonight, no suffocating anxiety. Of course, the scars of the past didn't just magically disappear; it wasnāt, and never would be, that easy. But this, a simple dinner to celebrate a young woman they both adored,carried a mutual purpose that felt genuinely meaningful.Even with the occasional, quiet pockets of silence along the way, the tension dissolved the second the cool breeze hit their faces outside the restaurant. Catherine offered Cate a gentle, reassuring nod as they headed inside to find their reservation.Once seated, Catherine automatically settled in, making herself perfectly comfortable before leaning forward slightly "I do still need to hear the full story of how my daughter went behind my back and practically enrolled herself in your very exclusive teaching lessons, darling," she said. The heavy atmosphere was entirely gone, replaced by a light, teasing warmth. "And how you've been..."
A shadow of a smile crossed the Australian blonde's face, a hint of surprise lighting up her eyes when she realized just how willing Catherine was to go out with all of them that night. Cate was about to say something, throw in a sarcastic remark or one of her usual jokes, but instead she simply smiled a little wider and gave a small nod. "That makes two of us. I'm starving... and pretty thirsty too," she admitted. Her lips felt dry after spending nearly two hours wound so tightlyānot only because of Cary, but because of the woman sitting beside her. The blonde nodded again, clicking her tongue softly in approval when the brunette admitted she was actually up for a glass of wine. Suddenly, Cate felt like she'd stepped into some parallel universe, one that looked nothing like their last two or three encounters. She found herself relaxing for the first time in a while, though she wasn't ready to let her guard down completely. Not this time. From her perspective, things always seemed to fall apart in the end. Still, she didn't want to dwell on that tonight. She didn't want to ruin Cary's evening. If she'd gone through the trouble of planning something like this, then it obviously made her happyāand Cate refused to be the reason such a special night went sideways. "Oh! Thank you," she replied when the compliment came from Catherine. "My daughter calls it a glow-up. I call it sleeping past nine in the morning for several days in a row," she confessed with an easy laugh as they casually made their way toward the exit. "I'd really love to know what was going through your little girl's head when she came up with all of this... but I think we should probably get some food first." She said it softly, and when she realized they'd be sharing the same car.
Cate was just about to mention that she could simply take the car that had been driving her around New York these past few days. But once again, that little voice inside interrupted her. Don't fight the current. Don't argue. Just go with it. The whisper lingered in the back of her mind, and with a slightly uncertain smile, she climbed into the car instead. The blonde sent a quick text asking her driver to pick her up later at the restaurant. There was silence between them, but this time it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt... peaceful. As they walked toward the restaurant, Cate smiled before letting out a quiet sigh. "It honestly was the most unexpected thing... but in the best possible way. One morning I got a text. Obviously, I had no idea who it was at first until she very politely introduced herself and told me she knew her mom and I had been very close friends. She also knew I'd recently starred in the play she was about to make her debut in, and that she was eager to hear everything she could about my experience." She smiled to herself.
"That's where it all started. Texts, phone calls, FaceTimes... and a couple of times she mentioned that you knew all about it, which I thought was... strange." she made a small pause "But strange in a good way." Cate kept talking as they crossed the restaurant until they reached the large table reserved for the cast, crew, and their guests. They were the first ones there. The moment she noticed the empty table, a flicker of panic settled in her chest again. Was this part of the plan too? Were they really going to have dinner alone? She certainly hoped not. Maybe they had simply arrived a little earlier than everyone else. She kept those thoughts to herself. Quietly, she took her seat, her eyes lingering for a second on the long empty table before she deliberately turned back toward Catherineāher seatmate once again. "And that's how it happened... but now I realize you had no idea." She smiled warmly. "I'm sorry."
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Catherineās eyes subtly scanned Cate's body language, tracking the effortless shift in her posture with each tiny, telling flinch of realization. It was clear to Catherine that Carys wasn't nearly as innocent as whatever sweet ploy she had used to win Cate over. After all, the girl was her mother's daughter. "Unfortunately, it wouldnāt surprise me," Catherine added dryly, her brow slowly arching. "She invites us both on the same evening. Tells neither of us. I had no idea she was even in contact with you, let alone..." She paused, letting the weight of the word settle. "...mentoring." She gestured faintly to their surroundings. "The venue is packed to the rafters, and she just so happens to have us cornered off together." Laying it out so clearly put the whole theatrical scheme into perspective, and a sudden, quiet amusement flickered through the Welsh woman. "She might be a good actress, darling, but I'm afraid weāve been set up" Catherine finally let her gaze drift back to the blonde, the corner of her mouth lifting into a slight, softened grin ā disarmed, and undeniably friendly. But then, movement across the room caught her attention. There was Carys, silently peeping from afar. The moment their gazes locked, Catherineās eyes narrowed in warning almost. The young woman didn't look remotely guilty; instead, she flashed her mother a look of absolute, zero-innocence triumph before quickly darting away to join the rest of her cast.
A sudden wave of relief washed over Catherine, knowing that for the next hour or so, neither of them had to converse, or struggle to find the right words to say. Yet, even as her mind filled with absolute focus and intense pride for her daughter, the darkness offered no real escape. Every few minutes, a subtle, accidental shift would happen ā their arms lightly brushing, or their shoes catching against one another as they adjusted in the cramped seating. Which Catherine occasionally rolled her eyes over. Externally, the Welsh beauty remained a picture of perfect composure, her eyes locked onto the floor towards her, entirely engaged with the play. Internally, however, those fleeting, accidental contacts felt like starved kisses presented to her at her weakest moment. A single, unintended touch of a foot was enough to send a jolt through her entire body, making her heart ache with a bittersweet longing the exact second after it made her stomach jump. It was a silent torture. One that brought the tiniest smile hovering over her lips. One for her daughter, of course, born of pure maternal pride. But it mixed in with something else entirely, bleeding into the awareness of the blonde sitting next to her.
As the play came to a close and the cast took their final bows, Catherine was already on her feet, clapping enthusiastically. She blew proud, sweeping kisses toward Carys, who was beaming back at both women from the stage. Once the young cast finally faded into the wings and the applause began to taper off, Catherine softly turned toward Cate. A lighthearted, almost weary sigh escaped her lips. "I suppose... despite my daughterās shameless scheming," Catherine paused, letting her gaze rest fully on the blonde, "you have proven to be a rather engaging mentor for her." Those simple words were entirely stripped of pretense, carrying a quiet, heavy sincerity. "So... thank you." Because for once, in a very long time, it wasnāt about the two of them. It wasn't about the history, the silence, or the ache. It was simply about the young woman who wanted nothing more than to have both of them right there, watching her.
Cate let out a soft, genuine laugh even as she shook her head in quiet disbelief at the whole situation. Her bright blue eyes finally held Catherineās without hesitation, the earlier surprise giving way to something gentler, almost tender. āEngaging mentor?ā she repeated, her Australian accent curling warmly around the words. āHigh praise, coming from you. Though I suspect Carys would have found her way with or without me. That girl has fire.ā She paused, glancing toward the now-empty stage where the lights were beginning to dim. The applause had faded into a low murmur of voices and shifting seats, but the charged little bubble around them remained. Cateās fingers absently traced the edge of her program, a small tell of nerves she rarely showed in public. āI had no idea either,ā she admitted, her voice dropping to that intimate register they used to share so easily. āShe told me her mother was āvery busyā and probably wouldnāt come tonight. She is a great actress, clearly she inherited more than just talent from you.ā A playful glint appeared in her eyes as she tilted her head slightly. āThe scheming, the impeccable timingā¦ Iām almost impressed. Almost.ā Her expression softened then, the humor giving way to sincerity as she met Catherineās gaze again. She found herself looking down a little shy, something not usual for the blonde. The fact they were breathing the same air, sharing the same space and that the intimacy of the place obligated them to exchange soft brushes, touches and brief gazes that were impossible to ignore. Cate felt her corporal temperature to increase as the room seemed smaller. As much as she tried to focus on the play, her senses were still focused on each movement and reacting from the woman next to her. There they were, those feelings that Cate tried to ignore and erase forever, they were alive and more real than she thought.
Cate cheered and gave a standing ovation when the play ended. She was proud of the whole company and especially of Cary. As the last of the audience filtered out into the foyer, the backstage area slowly emptied of well-wishers. Carys appeared again, still in her stage costume pieces, practically vibrating with adrenaline. She threw her arms around her mother first then turned to Cate with a bright, slightly guilty grin. āBest night ever.ā Cate raised an eyebrow at her, half-amused, half-exasperated. Carys only laughed, unrepentant, and kissed her motherās cheek. She gave them both a mischievous look "we're having dinner at The Everdene. you two are coming. I am going to change and we can leave" Cary left and left Catherine and Cate waiting for her at the corridor that was quieter now. Dimly lit. Intimate in a way the theater seats hadnāt allowed. Cate slipped her hands into the pockets of her tailored coat, suddenly aware of how close they were standing. She looked at Catherine for a long moment, the weight of months and unsaid things hanging between them. āWellā¦ā she said softly, almost hesitantly. āI suppose that was a command and not a suggestion... this is the part where we accept we pretend weāre just two proudā¦ whatever-we-areā¦ of the same brilliant girl.ā A small, vulnerable smile touched her lips. āOr we could skip the pretending. Itās been a long time, Cath. You lookā¦ good. Really good.ā She let the silence sit for a beat, "I am glad to see you much better than last time" she added and pretended to be looking around, the pictures hanging on the wall, the long corridor filled with them as she waited nervously with her hands still in her pockets and suddenly her eyes met Catherine's and she smiled at her, genuinely, from the heart as she was really happy to see her beaming again.
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Thank you. I can't wait to see you all the time as well, you are going to be so sick of me being this close. It is my dream, close enough to London to work there, but far enough away to enjoy the countryside. A big garden, lots of bedrooms, I just can't believe it is happening to me. Thank you. Now, update me, how are things in your love life? Any better than last time we spoke?
I could never get sick of you. I'm absolutely delighted that you're going to be this close. We have to celebrate properlyāand soon, please! This is perfect... just perfect. I can't wait for the family gatherings, the late-night dinners, and everything else that comes with having you nearby. So, when are you moving? Have you figured that part out yet? āOh! My love life... I don't know whether to call it complicated, nonexistent, or hopeful. I've been fighting hard against love but it keeps winning the battle.
Think being older just means we're able to separate the outside noise from what's real. Plus working on communication has definitely helped a lot of things. Either way like to think we're in a pretty good place and that we're happy. Mean we're getting a house, well actually we got the house! They accepted the offer, it's this gorgeous older, but well maintained home with seven bedrooms, six bathrooms, a massive garden for Lily to host, everything we both wanted and dreamed of about 90 minutes outside of London. We knew we wanted to keep our roots, where we're from here in England that was the most important thing.
I'm thrilled about it! Lily told me we're practically neighbors now. I honestly don't think you could have made a better decision than getting a place just outside of London. I've lived here for about ten years now, and I couldn't love it more. So, welcome, neighbor! Hopefully we'll have lots of family gatherings, and please know I'm always here if you ever need anything.
Deal. Once we've gotten half the first bottle drank, that's our cut off. Talking about them, not drinking. The wine can keep flowing, and if you so happen to be staying in Italy for a few days more, i think it's kind of the perfect setting if we do. Anyway, it's such a blessing when not only were in those safe spaces, but creating those spaces. It's a gift. To be around people who share elements of the same story as your own and even not; i hate how rare it is sometimes, or how as soon as you get a cast of woman all working together behind the screen and in front, there's always some dumb misogynistic story about it. And even with Better call saul, as heavily male dominated that cast was, there was so many woman in the crew who i relied so heavily on, and we even got to bring that exact same crew to Pluribus; so to answer that question, it was one of the best experiences i could've ever had as an actor, truly. And when Vince turned around, all those years later and said he was writing this for me, it was just a no brainer. You strike gold twice, and you donāt question it. It's media like that, and media like Carol that leave a long lasting mark on so many. You have people talking about it forever and ever, and if you do link up with todd for another masterpiece again....just tell me i'll happily be an extra. No script needed, i'll do it.
Hey being right is satisfying. Being right when you're in mom mode ? Best feeling ever. Again, maybe a Taurus thing, but i'd never let my boys know i was enjoying any learnt life lesson they were enduring. Shh, i'm equip, i've done it before. I've taken more then two at several museums before and i've been fine. Maybe hid out in one of those "Art motion" rooms for longer than a person should, but i was fine. Doctor seehorn at your service, prescribing you the best of the best. You're about to have "Hot for teacher" playing in so many students brains during those lessons, and that's just the reality here. Are you staying for just a semester, or is it just a couple classes type thing ? You can mow lawns, start a lemonade stand and "secretly" spike it with gin. Obviously for the adults, i'm not trying to get you arrested. Or maybe criminal is in the cards, sky's the limit, babe. Oh my god, the proposal. Yes. She gets divorced and needs to get married to her new assistant, you. But then it's a love triangle situation with Kidman, it writes itself. BIggest dick in hollywood.
It seems like fate isn't allowing us to meet properly just yet. We only managed a quick hello at the weddingāyou looked incredible, by the way. It was so lovely to see you. Sadly, I had to leave Italy earlier than I'd planned so I could spend a couple of days with my girls before flying to Paris. I'm staying here for a few days, then heading back to London, where I'll be locked away in the theatre until opening night for my new play. I've been working on it with the entire cast and crew, and I'm so excited to introduce these new characters. I really hope you'll come and see it. Nina and I will be playing a different role every night, depending on what luck decides. We'll leave it up to a coin toss and we will decide who is playing who every night. You are invited, so you need to make some space in your busy schedule to come to London for a weekend. Please? āspeaking of wonderful projects for and by women... we're working on this play and we're very thrilled to show it to the world. That's incredibly flattering, isn't it? when you have a creator thinking about you to write a whole show? it means you did something great. I am glad you are in this journey with an amazing supporting team who is taking the best out of you and your talent. I need to watch a lot of things but definitely Calling Saul and Pluribus are on my list. Thank you for saying that. Carol changed my life and the course of my career for sure. I thought I had done everything but after that... more and amazing things came. And I am so spoiled by a magnificent group of fans. From having three fans I think I got ten of them after it.
Thank you, Doctor, for the prescription. I'll take another dose once I'm back at my country house while the kids are away. I'll let you know how it goes. I'll be staying for the full semester, though probably not for every class. I've been visiting them quite often, and I think it's going to be a wonderful experience. I can't wait to work with the next generation. The hot teacher thing? thank you! āYou have no idea how offended i am. I am not talking to Bullock ever again. She really went ahead to come back with Kidman and not with me. I'm done with her false friendship. Anyway, tell me... what have you been doing these days? I am talking way too much about me. it is always a bad thing... I tend to talk a lot.
i hope that i am right about it too! i think you are not the first to say something like that. it's crazy to think about. i bet that you will be able to share a lot. i bet! i know the books are huge, but the movies truly became a phenomenon. the wigs, the ears and i remember something about the hobbits having to on there feet? i was going to ask if you dod keep any! i would. have. it was, truly and she owned all of that power. i hope i get the chance to play a role like that. i think so many are! he really must have so much going on in that head of his and i will love to see it! i'm a fan of a lot of his work, so knowing that this next one is going through him? i have a faith in it.
oh sweetheart! I am convinced you will start playing roles like these and even betters. you are a young promising woman who has a whole career ahead and I am excited to see where you're taking your career. This is just start of an amazing career for you. I am almost a witch so trust on my words.
i'm back around london and got the free time, so maybe we can do such very soon then? i trust whatever places you have in mind. the weekend works perfectly for me and yes, i will because i could use it. harry puts on a good show, from what i see in clips. i need to catch a show sometime. it's such a crazy job and knowing i'm in the same field as harry and the success we're both having? it's so crazy to think.
i am in paris for the fashion week but i will be back just on time to have our brunch together over the weekend. i am not missing this opportunity again so please, let's do it this weekend. there are a lot of things to share these days. oh yes! harry was magnificent. i love him and his show was so good! i was definitely more into it than my young daughter. you are incredible too! i still need to witness one of your shows. i've heard it's a wholesome l experience.
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i know you did the interview i am about to bring up ages ago. however, i have to tell you that i would love to do the subway takes thing. i think it's so fun and unique. i imagine hectic, and i have to ask if i'm correct? also, i feel like the two of us need to work on something together, at some point! though i'm sure you are busy. @cate-eblanchett
oh! it was so fun! I made some controversial statements about shoes, my sexual life and the way I hate leaf blowers. it was an open space so i felt safe to talk and talk. i am sure you'll be invited soon and you will enjoy it just as much as i did. that would be my privilege. i'd be so lucky when i get to work with you vanessa. i'm always busy, but always ready to jump into a new project so... what are we waiting to search for a good script and make some magic together?
Liz: I know once she's here it'll all be worth it. Think I'm just in that grumpy state. Pretty sure I glared at my brother for breathing too loud the other day. Liz: Right like damn, and now we have the World Cup causing all kinds of blood pressure spikes! Especially since I'm somehow now attached to watching Norway play. Liz: Enough about me, how have you been?
Cate: The perks of pregnancy but you're so real about it. I remember being so grumpy during my last pregnancy when I had a foot injury and I was unable to move for a couple of weeks. I thought i would lose my mind. Cate: Oh! I have failed you on that miserably, my kids and ex husband are so into the World Cup but i am lost about it. I know what they come to me extremely excited or all the opposite depending on what team has won the match. Cate: I've been great! I'm working endlessly on my new play. we're opening next month, and attending to some events here and there. I am in Paris these days having some fun at Fashion Shows before flying back to london and get locked in the theatre again.
At theĀ @/giorgioarmaniĀ Couture show last night in Paris.
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Cate Blanchett arrives withĀ her son atĀ theĀ Armani PrivĆ© show inĀ Paris this evening.
