Anamaria Vartolomei, with battery and face – Liberation

People advance slowly, protecting themselves from the sun, with pleated eyes, it looks like they have just been released from the dungeons. With inhuman volume, a remix disco patapouf of the theme of Mission: Impossible The palace of festivals trembles. In a perfect Movement of Tempo, a girl in a glitter dress comes out of a restaurant, a lady who comes back from the market puts, almost by reflex, to dance softly. At the end of an alley, a pressing press in a puffy black combination, Empress of the planet Maléfices, lets go to her phone a sibyllin « I’m here but I’m not here ». Cannes, 78th that’s it, it is open, people come back parade, crawl and tumble – under the circumspect gaze of local retirees who, like a provocation launched in the face of swimmers in swimming, stand frozen, motionless, strapped in thick orange jackets.

To this debauchery of contrary colors and energies, one could only respond by excess: launching a room and battery, it would be the omnipresent megastar, facing the young beginner inhabited. The room fell on the edge so it was Anamaria Vartolomei, at the crossroads of the two. Unavoidable and accessible, ingenuous and impenetrable, capable, playful and very comfortable, immediately to be tuned as to go from interlocutor to photographer with the cold insurance of a great professional, half-Romy Schneider, mid-sharon Stone, both Sylvidre and Fifi Brindacier. Uncomplicated