Passing through the editorial staff of “Soir” with a new album under his arm, Philippe Katerine strips herself naked to return to the Olympic controversy, question her aging body and oppose the violence of the world with a gentle and pacifism. wacky.
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Published on 11/19/2024 at 6:12 p.m.
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Ihe arrives discreetly in the writing of the Evening. English green pants, bohemian jacket, burgundy beret, smile of a lunar clown from silent cinema (like Harry Langdon). With this highway dandy who asks you for a banana when you arrive, second-hand clothes are chic. The day before, the Dionysian Smurf of the Olympic Games, today revered in the land of the rising sun, met his Belgian namesake, the jazzman Philippe Catherine (“we got along really well and I hope we will make music together” ). Philippe Katerine, born Blanchard, is everywhere this year. He is even releasing a new album this November: the delightful Zouzouin which he summons the passing of time, his dog, his age, death, and even his penis.
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