We are not born a woman, we become one, Simone de Beauvoir did not believe she said it so well. Câline was a boy. She earned her title as a woman in the streets, on the sidewalks and on the stages, in the slums and in the sordid nights.
Serge Delarue recounts the metamorphosis of this princess of the underworld, and her unique passion for being a woman despite others, despite the law, and despite nature. Câline was perhaps humanity in the making, or femininity playing out on the stools of Pigalle. Cuddle, dawn sex, beautiful promise.
