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This thread is dedicated to PHILIPPE JUNOT. Please post anything and everything you know about this aging playboy. I'll start it out with what is in the October 2003 issue of Vanity Fair about Junot, in an article titled "Princesses Behaving Badly", by Judy Bachrach.
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It was not as though Ranier and Grace didn't have their problems with the equally defiant but more intelligent and focused Caroline. “Where are you going?” Grace had demanded one night in the mid-70s as she sat crocheting a silver metallic cap for her 18-year-old to wear with white crepe evening pajamas, which Grace, who never threw anything away, had pulled from her own cluttered wardrobe.
“I’m meeting Philippe at a nightclub,” said the love-struck girl, who was by that time, as Robyns notes, “a slave to Junot . . . besotted with him--she couldn’t keep her hands off him.”
“You’re not going anywhere unless he comes to fetch you here,” Grace responded. Glancing at her daughter, she hastily adjusted the décolletage of the revealing outfit. “Be careful to see that it’s not too low, and look out for the photographers standing on chairs!” the former star warned. “They’ll do anything to get a cleavage shot.” (For her part, the pre-pubescent Stephanie was envious of her older sister’s romance. “Caroline and Junot used to rub against each other in the most intimate way,” recalls Robyns. “Stephanie was furious and did not hide her jealousy.”)
Junot, now a businessman dealing in hedge funds, still bears the craggy stamp of the consummate boulevardier on his world-weary face. The son of a Parisian deputy mayor, he was famous for his social life. “I belonged at that time to a milieu where it was completely natural to meet people like Caroline” is practically his first remark to me. He remembers their first date vividly, when he picked up Caroline at her mother’s apartment in Paris. Grace was receiving the pianist Artur Rubinstein, who was a neighbour. At this period of her life, she was patently unhappy with Rainier and living apart from her husband on the Avenue Foch. Junot’s new girlfriend, 17 years his junior, certainly had her attractions. “Caroline was young but not necessarily naïve. And, of course,” he adds meaningfully, “not weathered by life.”
And Rainer? I ask. Was he has invasive a presence in the relationship as everyone says?
“That was, ah, yet to be discovered,” Junot replies dryly.
In fact, as everyone realised, Ranier and Grace were united on one thing: they couldn’t abide Junot. He spent a great deal of time in the company of flashy women--Christina Onassis was a friend, as was Countess Agneta von Furstenberg--and Rainer was uncertain how he made a living. But resistance to Caroline’s most ardent suitor only reinforced the girl’s determination to marry him. “Caroline threatened to walk out and go live with him,” Grace told Robyns, “so I have no option.” Grace was under no illusions about the marriage. “I give it two years,” she said shortly before the 1978 wedding.
Exactly two years later, Robyns, on assignment to write a piece on the young couple’s domestic bliss for a ladies’ magazine, found a red-eyed Caroline at the door of her Paris apartment on the Avenue Bosquet. There was ample cause for Caroline’s distress. Paparazzi had caught Junot dancing with Agneta von Furstenberg at a New York nightclub. “That was absolutely a mistake,” Junot concedes. He claims, however, that he was never unfaithful to his wife, adding with appreciate irony, “It didn’t last long, so I am not looking for any medals.”
Pastorelli, Caroline’s bodyguard for many years, recalls matters differently. “How shall I tell you?” Junot was a boy who loved to have fund.” He chuckles. “And at one point, Caroline, who was very much in love with him, could not longer stand it.”
When the break came, it was Grace who advised her teary daughter. “You stay here at home--I’ll go to your apartment!” And with that, says Robyns, she went to the Junot apartment to fetch Caroline’s possessions.
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It was not as though Ranier and Grace didn't have their problems with the equally defiant but more intelligent and focused Caroline. “Where are you going?” Grace had demanded one night in the mid-70s as she sat crocheting a silver metallic cap for her 18-year-old to wear with white crepe evening pajamas, which Grace, who never threw anything away, had pulled from her own cluttered wardrobe.
“I’m meeting Philippe at a nightclub,” said the love-struck girl, who was by that time, as Robyns notes, “a slave to Junot . . . besotted with him--she couldn’t keep her hands off him.”
“You’re not going anywhere unless he comes to fetch you here,” Grace responded. Glancing at her daughter, she hastily adjusted the décolletage of the revealing outfit. “Be careful to see that it’s not too low, and look out for the photographers standing on chairs!” the former star warned. “They’ll do anything to get a cleavage shot.” (For her part, the pre-pubescent Stephanie was envious of her older sister’s romance. “Caroline and Junot used to rub against each other in the most intimate way,” recalls Robyns. “Stephanie was furious and did not hide her jealousy.”)
Junot, now a businessman dealing in hedge funds, still bears the craggy stamp of the consummate boulevardier on his world-weary face. The son of a Parisian deputy mayor, he was famous for his social life. “I belonged at that time to a milieu where it was completely natural to meet people like Caroline” is practically his first remark to me. He remembers their first date vividly, when he picked up Caroline at her mother’s apartment in Paris. Grace was receiving the pianist Artur Rubinstein, who was a neighbour. At this period of her life, she was patently unhappy with Rainier and living apart from her husband on the Avenue Foch. Junot’s new girlfriend, 17 years his junior, certainly had her attractions. “Caroline was young but not necessarily naïve. And, of course,” he adds meaningfully, “not weathered by life.”
And Rainer? I ask. Was he has invasive a presence in the relationship as everyone says?
“That was, ah, yet to be discovered,” Junot replies dryly.
In fact, as everyone realised, Ranier and Grace were united on one thing: they couldn’t abide Junot. He spent a great deal of time in the company of flashy women--Christina Onassis was a friend, as was Countess Agneta von Furstenberg--and Rainer was uncertain how he made a living. But resistance to Caroline’s most ardent suitor only reinforced the girl’s determination to marry him. “Caroline threatened to walk out and go live with him,” Grace told Robyns, “so I have no option.” Grace was under no illusions about the marriage. “I give it two years,” she said shortly before the 1978 wedding.
Exactly two years later, Robyns, on assignment to write a piece on the young couple’s domestic bliss for a ladies’ magazine, found a red-eyed Caroline at the door of her Paris apartment on the Avenue Bosquet. There was ample cause for Caroline’s distress. Paparazzi had caught Junot dancing with Agneta von Furstenberg at a New York nightclub. “That was absolutely a mistake,” Junot concedes. He claims, however, that he was never unfaithful to his wife, adding with appreciate irony, “It didn’t last long, so I am not looking for any medals.”
Pastorelli, Caroline’s bodyguard for many years, recalls matters differently. “How shall I tell you?” Junot was a boy who loved to have fund.” He chuckles. “And at one point, Caroline, who was very much in love with him, could not longer stand it.”
When the break came, it was Grace who advised her teary daughter. “You stay here at home--I’ll go to your apartment!” And with that, says Robyns, she went to the Junot apartment to fetch Caroline’s possessions.
Thanks.
