Cleo
Marthe Marie Laurence Dufouleur
Cleo
Marthe Marie Laurence Dufouleur
“Minute papillon, être laide, c’est ça la mort, tant que je suis belle, je suis vivante et 10 fois plus que les autres ! ”. Cléo, an elegant, complex singer in vogue in Paris is going through a period of deep reflection after having learned that she was probably diagnosed with cancer.
“Mais est ce que ça se voit sur ma figure ?” Time spent in front of the mirror or in the Parisian boutiques makes up a large part of her day! “Tout me va, je me saoulerai d’essayer des chapeaux et des robes sans fin”
“C’est une enfant elle à besoin qu’on la protège” She also has her moments of vulnerability. She enjoys observing the city, but also seeks to protect herself from it, to strike a balance between her public image and her intimacy.
Juggling between her moment of the fear of illness with the need to enjoy life and her celebrity, her world oscillates between a façade of glamour and elegance and moments of fragility when all of a sudden … “C’est une perle et un crapaud, un peu comme vous et moi !” … she meets a young soldier leaving for Algeria in the Montsouris park, escorting her to the hospital to get her biopsy result…