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Elle France 12 July 2013
Photographer: Paul Schmidt
Styling: Marine Braunschvig
Will there be a translation available?
Outside the rain has decided to pour. The signs flash red in Chinatown. She poses between the raindrops, not bothering with the raincoat to fulfil her mission. She is a model, an actress, she is 23.
The photoshoot takes place in the 13th in Paris. In photos as in reality, Marine captures the attention, one rests in her swaying arms. A thousand worlds flicker in her eyes, which scan, which stare. Her peppered irises have the effect of the call of the sirens of Ulysses. To which one adds the musical whisper of her voice. Her face appears to be drawn by a laser, her mouth one would believe to be painted by Vermeer. She has something timeless and old-fashioned. Her skin is wrinkle-free, like petals. Around her neck, hair pulled back, even the teeth of Dracula would be like milk teeth....but movements of a feline nature, to appear, to observe from afar. Next to the changing room, outside, she says "I am more free to move in trousers. I do not feel natural in a dress. High heels are for the red carpet. I like the materials in which I can wrap myself, hide myself" She is "not certain" of the effect she has on others. "I have the face that I have. If my look evokes some things, I don't look at it. I do not concern myself with these thoughts. What I do is the fruit of a succession of accidents; it's neither an ambition nor the end of my being. Tomorrow, everything could stop." She would do what? "I don't know, I would work". She is not one of those who burst into laughter to make the ambiance on the social media platforms. The histrionics of tweeting, grimaces of facebook are foreign to her. On the Star, especially, 10,000 fans stick her to the wheel.
She asks herself who is she to mingle in world affairs. "The news causes me anguish. The speed, the voracity. Perhaps I only see the solitude of people, le evil that procures this total duty to exist"
Her little story is a classic. Marine was herself scouted in a clothing shop. She landed in front of the camera at 15 and forgot her future as a pilot, a vet, or oenologist. She lent herself to YSL as the face of the Parisienne perfume, and appeared in campaigns for See by Chloe. Today she is the face of Chaumet, the haut joaillerie. She began acting around 2010. She appeared with Cedric Klapisch, Alexandre Arcady, Joan Chemla, before Jeune et Jolie of Francois Ozon which saw her climb the stairs at Cannes, unleashed a wave of criticism by journalists, and earnt her a Cesar nomination. She considers the adventure as a first call to arms. In spring 2015, we will see her in "Belles Familles" by Jean-Paul Rappeneau, with Karin Viard and Mathieu Amalric. Here, women don't walk, they run. "He asked me to carry my voice. It's a film where my character is more happy and ebullient than mysterious. At the opposite end of the spectrum to Francois Ozon's heroine." Two other films are there, but "speaking of projects has always carried a jinx, I prefer to avoid it."
MV was born the same day as Baudelaire, 170 years after. Her softness blurred like the poetic texture of Ronsard. And, like Rimbaud, her master of the ellipsis relief of the art. She has the silence. She prefers to say "I don't know" than to express herself. "I grew up in a place without words, to look first; questions paralyse me, justifications too. I am suspicious, accessible, faithful. Confidence in others was for me a wall; I removed a stone at each disappointment. Now it's the opposite. It takes time to place the first stone.
She doesn't speak of her family. As in the American series, all that would be said will be held against her. Her father is a truck driver, her mother an accountant in an airline company. Her brother is 18. "We have learnt to know each other recently" She believes in her good fortune, thinks that a higher power exists, her mystique ends there. She isn't in the cultural vanity, speaks very well of Pessoa, which she read. At the moment, she searches in her bag "The words that one never says to me" by Veronique Poulain, a book she found "really funny, and moving". She stays discreet among her friends, can count on one hand "a few strong friends". It's all. The father of her son is photographer Paul Schmidt. Their son Henri was born last March. Their cat Alphonse, has clearly dismissed the newborn. The apartment is being renovated; Henri will soon have his own room. They live out of boxes, the little one peeps out, he has two teeth. She sees motherhood "as a division/sharing, an accompaniment, nothing else" She prefers the countryside to concrete; the family leave Paris at every chance. She knows how to make wood fires and to cook. Never misses the boiled eggs nor the pasta al dente. She doesn't grumble anymore before a boeuf bourguignon, or a caramelised apple tart, and awards 3/10 to note her resistance to Nutella. When she works, her appetite is like that of a hummingbird.
It must be for all that, her "I don't knows", her hesitations, her silences, that to the unanimity this girl has captured our attention.