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MIREILLE BALIN

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"Beauty promise of happiness, "says Stendhal. And setbacks. To contemplate the paintings of old, formerly of photographs, which set the favorite attractions, high-flying courtesans, we can hardly believe that the models had on those around them on a public magnetism that chronicle testifies .

The beauty when it is embodied, goes out of style, even if shown, determined, in its fullness. Human, it is demagnetized as happens to those that love, desire, threw one to the other. The weather cracks, eroding, crumbling, the faces of porcelain and works to forge the richest body under clothing.

If we could, with Mireille Balin, talk about "beauty thunderstruck" is that time alone did not decrepit, like the Gloria Swanson of Sunset Boulevard. Man, that beautiful assault; humiliated so distant a feminine beauty and refined, it denies or defies the man, served by circumstances, will take revenge with, for sure ally, disease. The multiple modalities thereof appearing derive from each other to make endless irreversible decay of the actress.

* Through film, through his affair with a pompous politician, she had from her 21 years, lived in an atmosphere of enchantment as the girl most romantic dared to dream. Should he give it up in an enslaved country, even blind to the cynicism, the villainy, extortion, crime, the powerful of the time? Affluent of the aura of stardom, had it not the duty to maintain , pointing at conquering the beauty, elegance, luxury, still had the right in a capital city of mâchurée swastikas? Born rebellious and stubborn- what had learned louts Hollywood - were to be influencing his behavior because we wiped insults and threats? She loved. No longer a singer whom - the misalliance spiritual, intellectual, well-she had been bored, but a young officer holding Viennese proud, cultured, musician, gifted with superb irony. For beings of absolute love, the passion of inalienable rights. In the monologue so just tone it lends Roger Grenier [1] , who approached, says: "During the war, it might be necessary that we hid. That we behave in the way of an adulterous couple. As if I was married with France and that I should receive my lover in secret, the Austrian officer. Not even a Nazi. A Viennese. He could not understand that I refused to accompany him to the restaurant, theater, in the boxes. Then they said I hold myself. [...] "

* I open the appointment German, Paul Eluard, poet of the Resistance "In those days / not to punish the guilty / be abused girls. / We went so far / shear them. / / Understand who wish / I was what my remorse / the unfortunate who stayed / On the pavement / The reasonable victim / At the torn dress / In relation to child lost / defaced uncrowned / / A girl carried a bouquet / And covered / From black spit of darkness / / Stained and did not understand / That it is dirty / A beast trapped / Amateurs of beauty [...] "

Tainted, yes, and raped repeatedly, September 28, 1944. For lovers of beauty!

Neither woman - sick, ruined, devastated the beauty - or the actress in disgrace, his face, his job is considered old, will, in the many interviews that punctuate its revocation, bitter remarks , resentful, for his condition, friends, disappointing the audience versatile.

It seems that the glory faded, adversity would allow the inherent virtues to the girl to come forward with nothing more to come warp or warp. With elegance m

oral delicacy of reactions, it is a copy of dignity in misfortune that hits the reader with memories of the actress. Early on, she had called fatalistic Early on, she had the feeling of a misunderstanding, and she later said: "I was covered with jewels. I was not made for this life. "

After an interlude where fame, fortune, him away, the detached until he was unconscious of his inner self, a tenacious adversity would allow it ... again coincide with the best of herself. The misfortune was to satiate satiety infuses his humility, his love of solitude, inveterate melancholy, his hunger for authenticity.

* It is no longer - and the mind stumbles at the thought - a little dust, splinters of bones in the cemetery of St. Ouen. Yet, men, revealing his still image or animated marvel to experience, with a particular license, the magic of her face to clear dense frost and the first of a front such as "large countries more chaste than death " evoked by Saint-John Perse, but could not appear unless the wall, no crack, a Fort inside as qu'inexpugnable endorsement. They would discover the secret of an enduring fascination in spite of the modes. Unless they ask him to ward off the evils of a time when flower negligence, vulgarity, meanness and violence. At least, yes, they are looking for some trace of a mood, behavior, endangered, they are called class or race. Which integrate and loyalty based child care, rigor, intransigence towards oneself, with remote socket glory and rattles - not least with the setbacks, the disfavour, destitution.

In the constellation of "stars" extinct whose light reaches us still, that of Greta Garbo was the largest magnitude. The brightness of her face with a pristine halo blurs the edges, imposed on us with the ascendancy of the peaks inviolate.

Clarity held in check the face of Mireille Balin, rather call the terms of shimmer of moiré, which depict the moods of the actress. Intense like reserved, we will perceive it, depending on the scene of the film, reflections of saline water from groundwater or silver vein. The distinction of maintaining inherent to women, adding to the radiance, a shade of rare, precious opal which would have its place, not far from the flower blooming magnolia.

[1] "Mireille" in Fragonard's fiancee, Gallimard, 1981.

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Whispers ...

* The love

thought I was distracted, absent, since I love you, the truth is the stationary inner contemplation of a great inconvenience.

Muette, fascinated, terribly careful, my life uivalent or plugged by a constant mental dialogue, now I oscillate between the alarm and impatience.

* The lover

Daughter, sister, friend, lover, alternately or together, in the hope of Heloise, but companion of First - solid, equal. Companion (vocation) of man. This is never more noticeable than in our silence, side by side, when our thoughts are preserved. When, even in our silent drifts, we will ... company.

* François Solesmes The Murmurs of love , Ink Navy.

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Smallest Black Man's Ears

December 15 November 15 December 1

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Mireille Balin

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In the quarry from view it was the object, the "divine" is made, its beauty, an impenetrable mask and shelter. Gods and men made to pay heavily Mireille Balin unique luster that for ten years she gave to the screen.

Glory gave her face with makeup artists, hairdressers, so as to conform to outward signs of the vamp, an accomplice or an instrument of destruction, death, promised to man bold enough to fall in love with a woman triumphant.

And if she accepted roles of adventurer, came fame, were deeply-cons jobs that contributed to his loss?

is his first appearances - the right word! - I ask the secret of charm in the original sense of incantation, she exercised immediately on the public. At the young girl of good family in a misguided prom gravelly to the peasant, the niece of Don Quixote, the secretary of If I were the boss (pictured above) ; the servant who listens to singing Neapolitan restaurant "Catari. This is where to look on the native gold and not on what the jewelers will do, that is wanting to take the original clarity of a face before the glitter of jewelry, furs, do come the adulterate.

prettiness and beauty do not overlap exactly, and it feels good gradation from one to another. The young actress is pretty, but it will not break us, and very forward, a splinter also disturbing - and delicious - than what we had at the little face of Simone Simon in Lac-aux-dames , if this prettiness is summarized in a simple harmony of features, common to the rest, many extras.

A good grace, a distinction innate health of the beautiful which is close to a nature perceived as reliable and tasty, are massed in the oval of a face that would require the exclamation poet: "God! the fact that good looking! "The head comes in flowering tops of a body that has the slenderness of wicker. And one could extend the metaphor invoking, for this face, the fresh innocence of a hawthorn bush in bloom.

This face I would it so close, so I did not know Latin - without the extravagance of Anna Magnani, Silvana Mangano one? More: its extent, its balance, the light that is flush, it is the landscapes of the Loire Valley, more than the Mediterranean shores, as I connected.

The front retains its magnitude especially when reading a book open water clarity captive at reflux, a hollow rock, and that is pure beach tide low at dawn, when no one does it is still not printed!

can not detect, in this broad band, trace of vanity, presumption. Decency and honesty there spreading it, strengthened by a look that questioned, and where the expectation is incredulous tone: "Despite the certainty with which I rule my life, how to be sure what I'm worth, what I doing? The righteousness of people who approach me? The sincerity of their praise? "

That look right, given a hint to smile (laughter does not suit this face) persuade us that have insurance that gives women a fun to see mine. But the lucidity of which is not fooled by appearances do not cease to doubt themselves and others, which very soon would have to endorse the "Do not believe" Valery, or "I saw myself see "La Jeune Parque.

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Then came fame and star status. Sanded, cleaned, locked in almost incisive contours - like those, conclusive, definite, necessary the artist after his sketches ... - Met face to extreme presence, and Beauty, unimpeachable, can exert its full empire quivering surface sufficient to suggest the terms of a character, a loyal wife of the man, became a icon evil. An icon, incidentally, also dated to us that Marlene Dietrich.

Mireille Balin Who sees its debut at its peak, has a sense of glaciation which extended from the mouth too well drawn, the deadliest of the eyelids, brows reduced a decisive feature of charcoal, a front that pits you against an inflexible end of inadmissibility. All the Beauty - upward - the highest creature in this serene piece of arrogance, which gives you "the punch, quick, to the heart, in passing," as Cocteau.

In vain we ask for this front to leave reflected a reflection of the virtues that one knows yet intrinsic to the woman: a timidity land, which goes to the lack of confidence, foresight about the corrosive social conventions, worldliness, luxury, false pretenses of any kind, a propensity to solitude and contemplation, as the crowd voracious trivial, does not admit, and who will judge by appearances woman musician, cultivated - reader of Marcus Aurelius - and world traveler enamored of the high places of art world.

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Whispers ...

The love

belong to your great hands, warm and sagacious, is a guarantee of great ease. It's between them ... I feel elevated!

* The lover

I bring everything to you. Has it snowed? (And then, on the plain, the same clarity acute rising from the foam, at the stream; sparking the same universal. The crow flies, the planting of cherry blossoms, whose brightness had invaded and subjugated any color ...) Yes, did it snow? I think so: The snow is a good shot fresh cloth, canvas a little rough - for love. The cloth is laid for those who love, in a side light glass crystal. *

François Solesmes, The Whispers of love , Ink Navy.

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