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If you’re a regular BagThatStyle reader (or a Brit), you’re probably long familiar with these two ladies, but if you’ll allow us to indulge ourselves a bit, I’d appreciate it. I’ve become slightly fascinated with Petra Ecclestone Stunt, the 23-year-old handbag designer (really, she is) and new owner of the famous Spelling Mansion, and her 27-year-old sister Tamara Ecclestone, whose resumé seems to include going on lots of fabulous vacations with her boyfriend and wearing every dress Herve Leger has every made. The most important thing that you need to know about these two women, though, is that their handbag collections are absolutely sick.

The Ecclestones are relatively unknown on this side of the Atlantic, but these heiresses have quite the pedigree, not to mention the bank accounts to back it up in a way that Paris Hilton never could. Their father, Bernie Ecclestone, is CEO of Formula One racing and has a net worth estimated at $4.2 billion. Their mother, Bernie’s ex-wife Slavica, is a former model known mostly for her work with Armani (and for being a full foot taller than Bernie) and whose 2009 divorce settlement reportedly made her a billionaire as well. These girls have money to burn, and it looks like they’ve chosen to burn a significant amount of it on handbags, particularly those from Hermes. Petra even loves bags so much that she’s designing her own line of ulta-luxe clutches, which you can check out, along with some of the most lust-worthy bags in both their closets, after the jump.

In general, Petra likes to keep her Hermes bags neutral…

The Martinez Hotel during the Cannes Film Festival is so crazy.

You’ll run into Bruce Willis (three body guards push right in front of you to get on the elevator and you don’t even flinch)(not even to be on the elevator with him?), and you’ll come across Bill Murray (with an entourage of about 10 people, stripped pants AND Madras jacket), and you’ll get your car confused with Lana Del Rey’s (sublime blue dress, stops for a meet-and-greet like the good ol’ days. I love people who seem to enjoy being famous) and Michel Hazanavicius will be right there in front of you when you order a glass of whiskey (just to add to the movie star scene,you don’t even finish it) with an irresistible young actor, Ezra Miller.

A wonderful young actor, right on the cusp of fame, the perfect time to get a photo. And so handsome, right?

Everything changes so quickly, you know? I wonder how it all happens. How does celebrity change you ? How do you end up needing protection? When do you start to love it and hate it at the same time?

Yesterday, at the opening ceremony of the 65 Cannes Festival, where I had the great pleasure of being invited by Chopard (I promise I’ll try to tell you how it feels to walk
on the red carpet!!!), a very well known actress who has been a little out of the lime light came into the theater. Just magnificent. A dress with a train, and the most sublime jewelry.

As soon as she found her seat, she realized her seat wasn’t in the best spot. She made a face and I saw her make her way out of the room. She waited for the lights to get dim to go in again.

That little gesture,it isn’t at all about snobbery.

It’s just how one manages celebrity. It’s a little like fashion week, actually.

It’s not that you’ll die if you’re not in the front row, it’s just that if you’re seen in the standing section, it’s just not the right image you want to put out for your career.

For an actress, to be seated in the back of the room at the Palais des Festivals, it just isn’t a sign of a very lively career.

In the movie world, not many people know me. Nobody cares where I sit and I can just lose myself in the moment. I get to be relaxed right smack dab in the middle of all my idols (Wes Anderson, Bill Murray, Nani Moretti, no seriously!!!) who dazzle me with their work as I keep my mouth shut.

And I find that the speech of the hostess of ceremony, Berenice Béjo, who talks about noise and silence, comes at such perfect timing…

[…] The beginning of the film, for those who see it, is just a giant void. It’s a certain silence. And then the noise makes its way in. The sound of laughter, the noise of the heart.

And the sound of Cannes! The sound of journalists crying out your name. The shouts of journalists crying out your name for you to move because you’re in their shot of Catherine Deneuve… And the sound of Ferraris rolling down the street at 5mph, stuck in the Croisette. The sound of helicopters landing on yachts and the sound of me saying “hey did you see that! It’s a helicopter landing on a yacht!”

And tonight, in front of you, I tell you this one thing.

Just be quiet. Be quiet with you telling a child not to dream, that this isn’t possible!

Be quiet. Be quiet you, looking for anything wrong, you who groan wanting a movie to be more this or more that… You who make fun of those watching a movie with the bright eyes of a child.

Be quiet. Men shouldn’t cry? Quiet, you.

Be quiet. The film was a big success,you knew it already? Be quiet.

Be quiet. The films that didn’t work at all, so predictable… Be quiet.

And more than anyone, you, who answers your phone in the middle of a movie… Be quiet.

And now, I’m going to follow my own advice and let cinema speak for himself, for he will always have the last word.

Okay, I almost managed to keep quiet. After about 340 tweets (okay, 5, but that’s like 340 for me, I am kind of tweet-shy)…

But as soon as the movie started, I turned my phone off. And I forgot myself completely. I forgot about the celebrities around me, I forgot where I was, and I let myself be taken into the universe of Moonrise Kingdom…

Photos by Mattias Swenson

THURSDAY. This is the outfit I wore to the Pronovias show last Saturday. I saw the dress in the window of H&M the day before I went to Barcelona and literally ran into the store and bought it, love the crazy mix of colors! Btw, already missing the amazing weather we had in Barcelona, can’t wait until I can go bare legged + without a jacket again. It’s almost June for crying out loud, please hurry up summer!

H&M (trend) dress. H&M necklace. PROENZA SCHOULER ps1 bag (here). HÉRMES bracelet (similar here & here). CARVELA attack black pumps (here)

When a handbag becomes a hit, you can always bet that you’ll see its details morphed into new shapes without much delay. Not only does it make sense to capitalize on the original design’s popularity, but remaking a tote as a shoulder bag or a satchel as a crossbody is a great way to capture the interest of additional customers who like the original but don’t see it as relevant to their structural preferences. Thus, we present the Yves Saint Laurent ChYc Shoulder Bag, born out of the success of the original Cabas ChYc.

At first I wasn’t all that jazzed about this bag, but when I started to imagine the shoulder version in some of the lovely colors that the tote comes in – turquoise, magenta, red raffia – everything became clear. At 35″ long, the bag’s strap is juuuust long enough to allow the bag to be worn across the body, and in a punchy color, this roomy, relaxed design would make a great everyday bag for someone who likes to stay hands-free. At this point, I’d beg and plead for more colors besides black and cranberry, but I feel pretty certain that they’re already on their way. Buy through Bergdorf Goodman for $1495.