Who will ever forget Vanessa Paradis as Lolita reincarnate, slinking her jailbait way through Joe Le Taxi on Top Of The Pops all too many roads ago? Paradis forbidden.
Then came the ropey Velvet Undergound covers and the Lenny Kravitz years. Paradis lost.
Divinidylle is her first album in six years and only her second since 1992 when modelling and films took over, and she returns with her ever provocative voice lower, huskier but still flirtatious, the lyrics sung en Francais with a Kylie swagger to classic French pop melodies that evoke Parisian cool like a Robert Disneau photograph.
No wonder Johnny Depp fell under her spell; the gap-toothed ingénue has grown even more irresistible. Paradis regained.
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