I wouldn't have got this far if... if my dear father hadn't introduced me to the wonderful world of shoes.
My great love affair with the Western. Horses, buffalo, cowboys, Indians, the Great Plains, stagecoaches, deserts, campfires, harmonicas, forts, Apaches, peace pipes, treachery, Death Valley, the Grand Canyon - the whole mythology of the American West has always fascinated me.
My new job as an embalmer, preparing the dead in a pop, glittery way, was working like a charm. Families of the deceased would order the characters they wanted to see their loved ones in one last time. I was allowed to prepare people as Michael Jackson, Kurt Cobain, Homer Simpson or simply as an anonymous cheerleader or soccer player.
When I was young, very young, very small, barely old enough to walk, I was fascinated by a crazy TV show.
It's been said before, it's been said everywhere, but we were the first to say it at the stroke of midnight on January 1st, 2019: this 2019 will be the year of the gals. We've been training for it for years, of course, but this is our year.
I decided on the spur of the moment to drop everything and leave for California, landing in Los Angeles in the middle of spring. I went to a car dealer. I didn't want a vulgar modern car. So, for the price of a rental, I bought a red Ford Mustang convertible with a white leather interior. And off I went.
On the Internet, people often have a need for simplicity, efficiency and speed. I, on the other hand, like to take the time to explain that our creations have a meaning, a soul.
When we arrived on rue Beaurepaire twenty years ago, at number twenty, where we still are today, the neighborhood looked completely different.
I'm going to let you in on a little secret: last year, I went through a period of emptiness, something that really put me on edge. Between a mid-life crisis and the need to hold on to something concrete and give meaning to my life, I really wondered whether I was on the right track. But I had to move on, so I decided to postpone my questioning.
Very discreet, not because of misplaced pride, but rather because he's very busy, always halfway between burn-out and pure contemplation, the grey matter of Team Patricia Blanchet is a man who deserves to be overrated. Meet Renaud Blanchet, the safe haven of a family that never ceases to amaze.
Very few people know this, but the song Gigi sung by Dalida was inspired by a story about my mother who, in the seventies, when she had separated from my father, lived from odd jobs in the south of France, in Cannes, the city of poodles and scrunchies.