We see him again as a wheat-blonde painter-poet in his impeccable sailor suit, searching while singing, to an indelible melody, his eternal feminine.
We admit it, we were all a little in love with Maxence, who enveloped “Les Demoiselles de Rochefort” in a candy pink romanticism.
Golden hair turned white as snow.
And the handsome sailor has taken off, definitely.
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