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After more than sixty years of career having passed without her realizing it, the singer bids farewell to the stage with a series of concerts.
She can’t believe it. Everything happened so quickly. A life, burning like a cigarette, like a match. When she glances in the rearview mirror while blowing away the smoke with one hand, at the age of 80, Sylvie Vartan realizes the incredible luck she has had: more than sixty years of career to travel the world with tours and songs known as far as Japan (the Most Beautiful to go dancing, What makes blondes cry?, Like a boy…) She is well aware, yes, of this destiny as a chic and modest Frenchwoman, a pop flapper in an Yves-Saint-Laurent tuxedo or an extravagant amazon in a Bob Mackie-style slit dress. She who, young, almost twin of Bardot with happy teeth in common, will pave the way as a female pioneer of the yé-yé years, circa 1960, pop rock and variety, eclectic as can be flirted with bossa, tango, jazz. She who will populate the covers of Paris Match at each stage of his love life, marriages and divorces, to the point of driving the hordes of fans crazy alongside his rocker Johnny, the first great love which gave birth to the duo over nearly fifteen years of union I have a problem, I think I love you, in addition to son David, who is now 58
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