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Libération newspaper article
Alizée in today's Libération newspaper. You can read the article on their site, no picture, or subscribe to the free trail of their newsreader to see how it looks in print with the following photo:
Looks like a mug shot! Anyway, here are the links: http://www.liberation.fr/transversal.../291506.FR.php http://liberation.newspaperdirect.co...er/viewer.aspx Thanks to La...Lo...! @ AFC. Quote:
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We've seen that necklace before. It got a close-up in the "behind the scenes" video from TF1.
An interesting choice of expression for a posed photo, very knowing. Thanks for the post, Snatcher. Good read (and they like her, which is always nice). I'd do a translation now, but I have to get to bed :-( I'll try and fit one in tommorrow if another doesn't do it first.
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Dans mon lit je rêve à Lilly Town Last edited by Cooney; 11-15-2007 at 03:16 AM.. |
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Thank you Snatcher for posting this and thank you Cooney for translating. Can't wait to read it.
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thanks snatcher. i'll patiently wait for a translation on this one. my brain had more than enough of babelfish translation processing for today and my head would likely blow up if i tried to do more.
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well i am sure this is to be good.
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Nice!
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More translation from work, yay! Enjoy.
----------------------------------- Alizée Fresh air advisory Young darling of the country at 15 years old with the successful single “Lolita,” the singer returns at 23 years old an excellent young artist, independent, and determined. In the great pop-bazaar that forms our collective memory, we no longer know too much about the cluttered collection of memories bearing Alizée’s image, but one single stimulus will suffice to make it all clear and put everything in place again. Say “C’est pas ma faute à moi, si j’entends tout autour de moi L-O-L-I-T-A, moi Lolita.” Seven years already. It was in the heart of summer, 2000, a video that we haven’t seen the likes of since Joe le Taxi, instantly embraced the moment it released, which consumed both Metropolitan France and the surrounding countries, nightclubs and kids parties, little girls and their parents. The sassy and cheerful kid at 15 years old and the demograph of the girls the popular culture adopted without problem and without even a thought to reproach them for their luck or priviledge. With Lolita, Alizée spent several years of glory on the throne the country regularly accords to its favorite darlings. By itself, that song would merit an anthropological study. The fun and benevolent popularity that the singer maintained could approach that of Bridget Bardot, France Gall, and Vanessa Paradis. Under the standard Laurent Boutonnat melody and the perfect Mylène Farmer lyrics, Lolita played this very classic French game well: lots of Gainsbourg in the spelling of letters and in the word games, an echo of the precariously balanced ingenuity of Banana Split de Lio in the ambiguity of the lyrics, and just a hint a French Touch in the slow dance sounds that emenate from the songs. The substance and potential of Lolita were such it very rapidly propogated across frontiers: Europe, South America, and even Japan, empire of glamour in bobby-socks, where Alizée launched the ad campaign for Elysée cookies, replacing Catherine Deneuve! The disc succeeded, because of these winds, like will never again happen for a single: 2.5 million copies sold, one of the last records of an industry since devastated. The ultimate proof of the high standard achieved by Lolita: its first revival is already done, thanks to the rock reprise done this last summer by Julien Doré, latest winner of Nouvelle Star. In the whirlwind that followed this particularly successful entry in to the music scene, Alizée had four straight years of flying high. But, after having climbed so high, the slope couldn’t do anything but decline, in spite of the more than respectable winds surrounding the two albums, the travel, the tours, and the ongoing television appearances. Placed under the ultra-strict leadership of the pair of producer-authors, effective and involved, formed by Mylène Farmer and Laurent Boutonnat, Alizée, in the end, did the inevitable: she broke away. “The goal, it was to produce myself, to handle my own contracts, to breath a bit, to take a moment, be free, to work for myself, to find new sounds…” and all that. In an unending list of good reasons, there is one reason which alone justifies the need to be independent, Alizée gave the message to be free. She lived several years “in a meditative state” and gave us the unexpected honour of being the first journalists that she met with after three and a half years. The prickly question of Mylène Farmer and the rumor that wanted things to have ended badly between them was quickly resolved: “There’s not any mystery or dispute. I’m very proud of what I did with her. Simply, I was a carbon copy at 15, and as well at 19. I was like a teenager faced with her parents. It was vital: I had to leave the nest.” She didn’t have a falling out with them. The sirocco of love blows quickly to a point: Alizée, who was noticed by Mylène Farmer during her performance as a candidate on the program Graines de Star on M6, met Jérémy Chatelain, candidate in Star Academy on TF1. The two children of reality television fell in love, married in Las Vegas, and had a baby, Annily, 2 and a half years old today. When we see them (exclusively) together, it’s difficult not to see the obvious connection between their bodies. They’re formed like identical twins, springy steps, darling haircuts, and slender builds. We find they go to the same adolescent locations where they go to the same manga studios: sportswear and style, sneakers and sculpted hair. The same impression as seen in that giant black cordury spider on Alizée’s shoulder, Halloween day. Together, above all, Jérémy and Alizée work. “Starting with a blank piece of paper, I wrote names: Oxmo Puccino, Daniel Darc, Bertrand Burgalat, Jean Fauque (lyricist of Bushung). I knocked on doors, and everybody said yes.” The album was born in artistic fashion, and when she felt she had obtained a product that was finished lyrically, musically, and psychologically… when it lacked nothing but the “mastering” stage, she submitted it to record labels. “We didn’t propose it to the usual people. I didn’t want a response wrapped up in the usual giant industry machine. I waited for a human OK. It’s Marc Hernandez, the manager of RCA, who gave it to me.” The first single drawn from Psychédélices is Mademoiselle Juliette, a strange mix of techno-hippie and Bjork-like minirock. She’s recorded the video these last few days, with the concern that she didn’t want to make something “that could be dated too fast.” This thought is surprising coming from a face so young. But the youth of Alizée is something exactly as beautiful as terrible, as radiant as somber. Alizée always has, in the corners of her smile, the nervousness of a young woman who has lived the best and remains none-the-less prepared for the worst. Her feather-weight size is deceiving: everything that she is reveals the strength of an armored bull calf. She lives in the opera district, doesn’t like clubbing, loves Tim Burton and Prison Break, and always follows the adventures of Harry Potter and the heroes of Six Feet Under. She can’t resist getting the latest digital gadgets, and knows perfectly the correct inventory of the respective strengths and weaknesses of Macs and PC’s, thanks to her father, a computer scientist, who taught her everything on the subject. She declares herself to be very Corsican, votes there dutifully, despite demands, belief, or commitments, and swears plainly to us at Libération: “I learned very late what were the right and the left.” She plays golf in real life, but also fake golf on her Wii console. She’s been a member of the Madonna cult forever, loves fashion, admires Karl Lagerfeld and Marc Jacobs, but considers Hermès to be “above everything else.” “For a long time I let myself be led, and I did well. Today, I’m different, even though I’ve no doubt I haven’t finished growing: being young doesn’t bother me.” Already thinking about her next album, she’s nervous: “I can’t say anything better about myself than I do in the 11 tracks that make up Psychédélices. It will be hard, the future, to make it be equally “me.” Yes, but for the moment, dear Alizée, it is without doubt what you are, grown up, more mature, older, that does not seem you.
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Dans mon lit je rêve à Lilly Town Last edited by Cooney; 11-18-2007 at 06:01 PM.. |
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Thank you again for the translation, Cooney.
Nice read.
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Wow! Compelling. I love it! I don't think Alizée could have asked for a more positive and insightful reintroduction in the press.
Thank you so much, Cooney.
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C'est ta faute... mais on t'aime quand même, Alizée!
Tu m'as pris dès le premier "moi." Last edited by CFHollister; 11-15-2007 at 07:01 PM.. |
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Thank you Cooney. I love the article, it reaffirms so much of what I’ve come to believe about Alizée. How can you not love her !
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