Jocelyne Périsset, her maiden name, could have been, in her early days, a character of Gérard de Villiers, in the adventures of Prince Malko Linge, better known by the acronym SAS. Born in Lausanne on September 7, 1945, to merchant parents, she joined high society early by marrying, in 1963, the producer Cyrille Piguet, whose name has not made a date in the seventh art.
Then the irresistible rise, when invited aboard the private jet of Adnan Khashoggi, another character worthy of an SAS: in the last century, the man is considered to be the richest in the world, knowing that he is at At the time, it was impossible to sign any contract in Saudi Arabia without going through its “services”. In the process, Jocelyne Périsset is therefore credited with having an affair with this sulphurous character of Turkish-Syrian origin whose son, Jamal Khashoggi, ended up assassinated in the premises of the Saudi embassy in Istanbul on October 2, 2018, provoking the crisis. diplomatic as we know. From the SAS, we tell you.
Sequence Sergio Gobbi
In 1977, Jocelyne Périsset met for a time with Sergio Gobbi, another producer and filmmaker with an incredible career. We owe him, thus, one of the most immortal stories of French cinema: The Night of Risk(1986). This is the first – and, fortuitously, the last – pro-Chiraquian film since Georges Méliès. Dialogued by Claude Baignères, nevertheless an excellent film critic of the Figarowe see Stéphane Ferrara, unmistakable as a boxer recycled as the bodyguard of Robert-André Vivien (here in his own role), one of the old RPR grunts, who manages to thwart a sort of social-communist plot.
A highly recommendable film for fans of deviant cinema; this, especially since Bernard Pons, Jacques Toubon, Michèle Alliot-Marie, Charles Pasqua, Dick Rivers, Philippe Séguin and Jacques Chirac stand out with furtive appearances.
To better meow his love?
But let's get back to our point; or, rather, to our cats. Indeed, Jocelyne Périsset became Jocelyne Wildenstein on April 30, 1978, in Las Vegas, after Alec Wildenstein made his declaration to her in the famous Parisian brasserie… Au Pied de Cochon. You can't make it up. The profile of Alec Wildenstein, her husband, also deserves attention: born in Marseille on August 4, 1940, he comes from a long line of art dealers with colossal fortunes. For young Jocelyne, social advancement is obvious. However, she fears for the strength of their relationship, despite the birth of two children, Diane and Alec Jr. Remembering her husband's love for felines, she therefore decides to transform herself into… a cat.
No luck: when Alec Wildenstein saw the result, the result of several cosmetic surgery operations, obviously carried out with a chainsaw and a snail fork, he reportedly “screamed in horror”, asking for divorce in the process. A separation made all the easier by the fact that the neo-feline would have surprised him in bed with a young Russian who was only 18 years old. But if Jocelyne Wildenstein will have suffered to be beautiful, becoming extremely wealthy will not require much effort; his divorce, pronounced on March 6, 1998, allowed him to keep a mansion in New York, a ranch in Kenya, a castle in France and an annual pension of 2.4 million dollars. Something to see coming and make yourself even more beautiful.
Fortunes spent to become a monster at the fair…
Now nicknamed “ Cat Woman » or « Bride of Wildenstein », in reference to James Whale's masterpiece, Bride of Frankenstein (1935), by the gazettes peopleJocelyne Wildenstein becomes a sort of worldly curiosity. We can see the ravages of cosmetic surgery among ordinary women. But when it comes to those who have the means, the worst is never far away. Because from operation to operation, this woman, once pretty as a heart, metamorphoses into a sort of fairground monster with an indeterminate physique, going so far as to resemble, in the female version, Richard Kiel, the Jaws, sworn enemy of James Bond, in The Spy Who Loved Me (1977). But, subject to acromegaly, this brave Richard Kiel used his physical disgrace to feed his family, while Jocelyne Wildenstein spent her fortune to disfigure herself, going so far as to claim, on C8when questioned by Jordan De Luxe: “ You have to be careful to have the right surgeon, who doesn't do something that doesn't work. It's a bit like clothing, you need something that fits well. » Question of taste. Or how to go from SAS to the most pitiful tragicomedy.
In her own way, Jocelyne Wildenstein was avant-garde in terms of exhibitionist navel-gazing.
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