The Great Aznavour Admirer
‘I’m not a fan, I’m an admirer,’ H explains to me and my attentive mother, ‘the difference is I don’t follow him I just appreciate him’. Mother and I exchange glances, we are wondering what the real difference is between an admirer and a fan. We can hardly believe H cannot be called a mega fan. We’d recently been shown through a collection of H’s Aznavour albums and best hits (vinyl and on CD, CD’s for the motorhome), H’s signed copy of Aznavour’s autobiography and the cherry on the cake; Aznavour’s (used) white handkerchief framed and mounted on the wall for all visitors to see. Later we’re even invited to the special treat of a Charles Aznavour documentary DVD which is politely declined in favour of tea and biscuits. No, H may believe to be just an admirer but his mass of memorabilia tells another story. Fascinatingly enough H goes on to tell his moment of glory with the man himself, how he once ran into Aznavour casually outside his place of residence in France, who would have thought! As he speaks his eyes are alight and his enthusiasm tangible. He had met his hero and his hero had greeted him cordially and with warmth, he had even read his hand written letter to which his son had gratefully replied.
The story of Aznavour’s rags to riches rise to fame, his struggles and hardships as a young man and his victory as a French celebrity inspire H like no other could. As I look again at H I see not a super fan but a man reflecting on what his life could have been if only he had taken the road less travelled (Paris bistro’s, Piaf, The Moulin Rouge, cockroaches and all).
The fatal flower is the perverted shy girl, the one you wouldn’t suspect. Under a soft exterior lies a complex being with an unyielding wildness, anchored to the earth by her humble nature and inexplicable dry humour. She is the femme of now, the modern woman who’s thoughts transcend through cultures and time.
Over the coming months let ‘La Fleur Fatale’ be your guide to the hidden insights and stories of a watchful woman’s eye navigating through the ‘European’ way of life. Struggles and mishaps ensue as life is embraced and the thorny introvert femme clammers for life’s answers. All possible subjects are covered from death to Kim Kardashian and from sisterhood to the perfect strawberry frappe.