Emmanuelle Seigner saunters into a deluxe and busy Parisian hotel and is instantly the coolest woman in the room. And not just because the French model-turned-actress has arrived toute seule, without entourage, or even because she is ten minutes early.
"It's too complicated," she decides of the dining area, as she assesses the room. "It's too busy." And here's the thing. Seigner doesn't like fuss. Not around her. And not, indeed, anywhere on her person. She is barely made-up, and is underdressed-to-kill in Nike high-tops, Hudson jeans and a raggedy, cut-off hoodie. "This is old stuff," she shrugs in fluent, but heavily accented English, tugging
“I guess I'm BOYISH. I dress for comfort. I'm not FEMININE in that way. I'm not like a DOLL or something”