We hitched a ride with Shinan Govani and fled far north from the eye of the TIFF storm for The Bang Bang Club after party at a Bridle Path mansion. Owned by the Civello family – as in where you get your hair did – the 1960’s one-level Mad Men-esque home was lined with Aveda candles and permeated the fresh scent of a spa. Glass walls faced an inner courtyard with a pool and sitting outside you could gaze at the bedroom in the left wing or cascading living room to the right. Photography was prohibited, but you can take a look at where we lounged here. We imagined what life would be like living in the $10,000,000 home, and visualized ourselves perpetually roaming in a silk robe, on the phone organizing elaborate dinner parties with a flute of champagne. Ryan Phillipe sat in a VIP area lined with velvet ropes and was later joined by the statuesque Malin Akerman. The six-foot tall blonde bombshell swished around the party with absolute grace and was joined by a handful of high-school gal-pals – all hailing from Niagara-on-the-Lake. The swanky scene was a far cry from the film subject matter – about a group of photojournalists who set out to capture the turbulent political upheaval and reality of South Africa before the fall of apartheid. Although it was day 8 of TIFF, and midnight on a Wednesday no less, this did not hinder hundreds from busting way north to celebrate The Bang Bang Club, which received a standing ovation at the screening earlier that eve. With seven consecutive nights of partying, we could have cared less about the flowing goblets of wine but were thrilled to find bottles of Aveda Hand Relief, strategically placed, to lather on our dry and dehydrated hands.