Investigation: Who is really Mimi Marchand, the Queen of Paparazzi and Papese of the People press?

Investigation: Who is really Mimi Marchand, the Queen of Paparazzi and Papese of the People press?

Brigitte Macron and her inseparable Mimi Marchand, A ** U Touquet, on the eve of the elections on April 22, 2017.(Éric Feferberg/AFP)

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In his life as a press patron, Axel Ganz has crossed mule heads.But the former Kaiser of Prisma will never forget Michèle Marchandle.This only name turns in his magnanimous eyes a flash of amazement."This lady still exists?"asks the elegant octogenarian in his vast art deco duplex of the Trocadéro.She gave me a hard time..."It was in the Mitan of the 1990s, the great era of here, exceptional prints to one million copies.At the helm, Dominique Cellura, a tough editor -in -chief still looking for good kids.One of his assistants recommends a certain cute.On paper, not terrible: almost 50 years on the clock, a vague experience in a review for lovers of weapons, but what a life!A novel, at least what it tells by scraps, according to eras and interlocutors;She alone has the whole truth.Michèle Marchand was born in dyeing trays, an only and rebellious child of Vincennes hairdressers, formerly resistant communists.Fugue at 16 years old, marriage and baby before the majority, before sending the unfaithful husband Valdinguer, to take over a math license and to dive into the world of cars, at a equipment supplier first, then in Parisian garages whereShe was holding the cash register and helped out at night."Then I went to California," says Mimi, "her eyes closed, as if she were reducing the trip to her head.I retailed houses then Peugeot 403 like that of Colombo.I picked them up in France and I sent them to Tijuana where they were transformed into little jewelry.It started like hotcakes."She opens an alcohol -free beer:" I got fed up.Basically, Los Angeles is Angoulême with the palm trees.The 1980s paraded, Rock'n'Roll, with a certain tropism for gangsters - two of his former husbands stayed behind bars, one fell for a breakage that made the newspapers beforeTo prevail too.Investigators had raked wide hoping to make it speak.Two years in prison.It is the trauma of her life, the one she would forever erase and from which she came out relaxed in 1990.Then it was the time of the lesbian boxes that she rides with a childhood friend, the Memories, Porte Maillot, then the circus, rue de Ponthieu, where the boys invite themselves once a week.Mimi wins in the world of the night.The small strikes, she draws them up: "The jaw, I did it like you," she said.Penknown, I can give them like you.One evening, a RG police officer, Jean-François, spinning in his club for a story of a bank card, falls under the spell.Another life, another world that is superimposed.Michèle Marchand excels in the mixture of genres.Night and day, she weaves her canvas on all floors, from the small hands of the show biz for the stars, from the thugs to the cops via all the mechanics and lawyers of Paris.Me Thierry Herzog, the famous penalist, knew it at that time, before finding her thirty years later in Johnny's Lodge."A sacred girl," he said.The ex-head of "worldly", Martine Monteil, also crossed it in those years."She had a past and made sure to hold on her establishment," she said.A courageous and intelligent woman, rather rare in this environment.»»

Enquête : Qui est vraiment Mimi Marchand, la reine des paparazzi et papesse de la presse people ?