She has blue in her eyes and blues in her voice.
His father's gaze.
His mother's smile.
Graves that groove on the standards of Cy Coleman or Alan Menken... And this quivering of the vocal cords that you never tire of.
The one that illuminates each of its “mezza di voce” with the languor of a summer evening.
And gives his rereadings of Michel Legrand this mixture of freshness and emotion which makes it truly irresistible.
At 23, Neïma Naouri has found her own voice.
Does not hide behind those of his parents.
Don't hide them either.
How could she?
When we have for father Laurent Naouri, one of the most inhabited baritones on the stage, whose every lyrical appearance is a lesson in humor or humanity, and for mother Natalie Dessay, one of the greatest coloratura sopranos of the thirty years, which for ten years has been reinventing itself in the theater, we have something to hold on to.
Even if we prefer to the Paris of
La Bohème
that of the jazz clubs and Broadway on…
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