My name is Marry. Sometimes it seems to me that I am entirely made up of contrasts: a little courage, a little tenderness and a drop of spontaneity, without which I simply am not myself. Today I look at myself in the mirror and smile - not perfectly, not carefully, but the way I feel. I love this moment: when you can catch the real you. Blonde hair still doesn't want to lie perfectly, but to be honest, I actually like it. There is some freedom in this - without being too correct. I was born in the south of France, where the air smells of sun and sea. As a small, I ran barefoot on the warm tiles in the courtyard of my grandmother’s house and dreamed that one day I would go to the big city. And I left - for Paris. Not because it’s beautiful there (although that’s true), but because you can dissolve there and find yourself again.