Back when I lived in Paris, Vanessa Paradis was every boy's dream. Ten years and 2 kids later, she's as enigmatic as ever. Longtime muse to Karl Lagerfeld, and mother to Johnny Depp's children, she's the kind of person whose DNA must be made of star dust.
OK, so I've never thought much of her singing, even when she was dating Lenny Kravitz. But I love that she isn't necessarily the most classic beauty, with her slightly wide set eyes and gapped front teeth. And what do I know, anyway? The French still go fou for this chic fille every time she breaks out in song.
If you can get through the first couple of minutes, Johnny, the only male actor I'm folle about, seems to make a cameo.
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