I met a Quebecois girl called Swan last night. Like, her real name. It's probably to her advantage that she also happened to be really pretty, with her hair dyed jet black and bangs cropped fashionably short. Otherwise, I guess it would be quite an ironic name.
I'm watching Radio Canada's weekend flagship program,
Toute le monde en parle, cos people at work just talk about it all the time on Monday and out of curiosity I've been watching it bit by bit on and off. Today they have Mario Dumont and this French actress I once read about in the New Yorker's Talk of the Town section, Arielle Dombasle. Her claim to fame, besides the botoxed face and artificially injected lips, is that she's married to French writer
Bernard-Henri Levy. He's the guy who wrote one of the most misguided books ever, American Virtigo. Seeing this woman just makes my estimation of him and all these faux French "philosophers" these days goes down one more notch.
I never realized that Mario Dumont is such a hottie though. Seriously. Is it because of the light? He really looks cute.