Feminine and sensual, temptation beckons. Feathers conceal the story that only those inside may discover. In an openly burlesque environment, the velvet plays host to the senses and the gold is a celebration of beauty.
Her manner and expression is French… betrayed by that romantic and nostalgic look which is so Portuguese. The daughter of emigrant parents, she grew up to the rhythms of Paris cabarets but with the “Revista Theatre” in her blood. Her mother, who made her career as a show girl in Parque Mayer, moved to France after marrying and the cabarets became Simone’s second home.
She lost her parents when she was still young and without any family to keep her in France, she came to Lisbon where she still had a grandmother. In one of her deliveries, her grandmother Maria, dressmaker to artists and show people, confided in me that her granddaughter Simone – the famous show girl from Paris -had come to live in Lisbon. I still remember: “ Oh dona Lady, have you ever seen such a lovely young girl? She lost her parents… oh goodness me! Life is so tragic!” (I miss grandmother Maria). So… I wanted to meet Simone and quickly fell in love with her tender and romantic gaze, by her sensual way of dancing and her fateful story … I remember saying to her: ”My dear Simone, you stay! And you’ll break many hearts”. I was right.
Her manner and expression is French… betrayed by that romantic and nostalgic look which is so Portuguese. The daughter of emigrant parents, she grew up to the rhythms of Paris cabarets but with the “Revista Theatre” in her blood. Her mother, who made her career as a show girl in Parque Mayer, moved to France after marrying and the cabarets became Simone’s second home.
As the “daughter of a show girl knows how to perform” Simone followed in the footsteps of her mother.
She lost her parents when she was still young and without any family to keep her in France, she came to Lisbon where she still had a grandmother. In one of her deliveries, her grandmother Maria, dressmaker to artists and show people, confided in me that her granddaughter Simone – the famous show girl from Paris -had come to live in Lisbon. I still remember: “ Oh dona Lady, have you ever seen such a lovely young girl? She lost her parents… oh goodness me! Life is so tragic!” (I miss grandmother Maria). So… I wanted to meet Simone and quickly fell in love with her tender and romantic gaze, by her sensual way of dancing and her fateful story … I remember saying to her: ”My dear Simone, you stay! And you’ll break many hearts”. I was right.