Two years ago we mentioned the making of a Gucci movie and wondered what, if any, role Tom Ford would play.

This was pre-Single Man and pre-soon-to-launch-womenswear and we relished the idea of seeing Tom Ford playing Gucci-era Tom Ford on screen. At the time, only Ridley Scott was attached to the project, but late last night Variety reported that Angelina Jolie’s ‘this close’ to signing on to the project.

She’d play Patrizia Reggiano, the matriarch who got twenty-nine years in jail for planning the assassination of her ex-husband, Maurizio Gucci. As of now, the movie’s plot will cover the 70’s and 80’s Gucci golden years, but they’re still looking for the perfect script, and thus the perfect writer. Ridley Scott’s also allegedly courting Leonardo DiCaprio for the role of Mr. Gucci.

Though nothing’s nailed down, and everyone’s actually attached to other projects at the moment, Fox is making the movie a 2010 priority and hoping to start production early next year. Of course, what we really want to know is, who’ll do the costumes? Or even better, will we see the actual Gucci archives on screen?

Where have all the fashionably fabulous people gone? St. Tropez, that’s where. Kate, Lila Grace, Leo, editors, designers. They’re here on hols where I am also quite lucky to be with my family. Post-beach they can often be found having a nibble at the resto we tried last night. I highly recommend it.

We treated ourselves to La Petite Maison (actually an hour away in Nice), a famed restaurant where they take their food very seriously. Some may know it because Gwyneth Paltrow raves about it on GOOP. I called for reservations and was told “No madam, we are booked until the end of the month.” It would probably help greatly if I was a bold-face name. But instead, I simply used my old London trick: just show up. And voila — a table for five right there and then.

Was it worth it? Yes. Pretentious? A little. The waiter bragged about Elton coming there all the time, and we did spot a gaggle of famous people, most notably Leo DiCaprio and Cindy Crawford.

Meanwhile back in London…

Cameron Diaz, Leo Di Caprio, Mickey Rourke, Rihanna, Russell Crowe, Pharrell Williams, Michelle Williams, Jude Law - no hang on, Jude lives here….so apart from him, what are all these Hollywood’ers doing in London?

Looks like school is out in LA, as they seem to have descended en masse. Of course, the tabbies are having a ball speculating whether Cameron is here with her new “boyfriend” Leo di Cap, or if she’s dating Jude Law, who she hooked up with in the nightclub Movida. (A weird choice to be sure - it’s a bit bridge and tunnel.)

She will be happy to know, however, that Kate Moss’s hairdresser/bestie, James Brown, has finally opened up a salon in London. His staff charges, well, a snip - only £55. But to get the man himself, you need to be prepared to fork over £500.

At Bathing Ape’s party Friday night, celebrating the re-launch of their London store, we saw door pandemonium at 24 Kingly Street reach a new level. That could be because BAPE has perhaps the most ferociously loyal following in the world - and has proven that if you have a bullet proof business plan (they do) then a recession only causes nick marks.

Now, what could really hurt though is trying to get in though the doors of a party given by a company whose mantra is “ape shall not kill ape.” We were pretty sure we saw some trying to do just that. Oh, and we feel rather victorious that we did make it in, given that even Leonardo DiCaprio and Michelle Williams (the Destiny’s Child one) tried ahead to do just that — and were thwarted.

Each time I move apartments (and I tend to do this often) I fight the same battle; no one understands why I insist upon moving my magazines.

“Throw them out!” they tell me. “They’re too heavy!” they insist. (Though surely they’d balk at the thought of trashing a single book.) Absolutely not. I love my magazines. And while I can be talked into tossing an issue of GQ with Leonardo DiCaprio on the cover, others, like Andre J’s French Vogue or Coco Rocha’s Numero, will stay with me forever - even if I have to pay the movers extra - because nothing beats a really exceptional magazine.

One of the best that I’ve managed to hang onto dates from 2003 (which means its lived in seven apartments). W dedicated an entire issue to Kate Moss. Inside, various artists including Richard Prince, Lucien Freud, Chuck Close and all the best photographers paid tribute to the supermodel and now, the Chuck Close photographs are going to auction.

The black and white nude is expected to sell for as much as $16,300 at Christie’s on Wednesday which means I’ll have to stay content with flipping through the yellowing pages of my original issue.

Between Two Ferns: Along with millions of others, Britt and I saw The Hangover this weekend. It’s awesome. Zach Galifianakis kills. And so does his wardrobe, key pieces of which the kids over at the LA Times tracked down. We would be honored to join his wolfpack. {All the Rage}

Smile, You’re on Sara’s Camera: Sara Ziff just might be the Michael Moore of the modeling world. Prepare to be disturbed by what you see. {Fashionologie}

Stylishly Social: This timeline of socialite fashion makes us really miss Carolyn Bessette. {Refinery29}

Call Us: Apparently Bar and Leo have broken up. We’d like Mr. DiCaprio to note that while we may not be supermodels, we do care deeply about the environment and Scorsese films. {People }