This post is inspired by and dedicated to Camille O’Sullivan, the Irish-French singer and entertainer whom I saw at London Feis last weekend. Camille is exactly what you would imagine an Irish-French singer to be like, and she gives of herself like few other performers I’ve come across.
Camille manages to make high heels and fishnets vulnerable and vulgar at the same time. She dances and trips over and cries on stage, her mascara running and her breasts nearly falling out of the tiny dress. She is dark, funny, clumsy, sexy and moving, all at once.
There is absolutely nothing gracious about Camille, and that’s what’s so refreshing about her. It makes me wish that the world was a little bit more Irish, a little bit more French…
