On January 28, 1873, exactly 150 years ago, Colette was born. What touches us more than anything about her is her unclassifiable side. Totally independent, ultra-suspicious of all chapels, schools, fashions.
She traces her path: wears her hair very long, then cuts it, loves madly then escapes, lives with a man, then a woman, then a very young man. ..Wrote numerous novels, portraying endearing female characters, very subtle and ahead of his time, embarked on the creation of a beauty brand, wrote chronicles, did theater, danced half-naked and went on tour...
She mocks the weakness of men while mocking feminists with a touch of provocation, she observes and celebrates both men and women in her literature, mocks with tenderness their weaknesses, their misguided ways but also underlines with finesse their desires and their states of mind, claiming the right to change their minds, to touch everything, with a great thirst for freedom.
She draws her inspiration from the earth, the fertile humus that surrounds her childhood home, celebrates animals and their infallible instinct, far from the boring snobbery of the city, but returns there and settles in the gardens of the Royal Palace.
Colette endures so many battles without being proud of it, just by being herself and following her instinct, her desires. For all these reasons, Colette is all women, of all ages, all lovers and all creators.