And we’re back with another installment of this week’s Cannes adventures:

This house was awesome.

Mary and me, just chillin’.

Tony wishes this car were his.

Cameron and I rode in the trunk of a vintage Rolls Royce, as the backseat was already filled with models sitting on each other’s laps. The police were not amused. Good thing the paparazzi masked our getaway.

The paparazzi masking our getaway from the French Police, and also, somewhere inside that mess, Paris Hilton. Poor thing.

Haha, paparazzi! If only you too had spent the evening dancing on a yacht with Paris Hilton, then perhaps your photos would have come out like this one–nice and, I don’t know–noninvasive?

The crew, still partying strong at 5AM.