So after seeing
adopt the color Vanilla [link]
in the group
I found the idea quite amazing and decided to have a look.
After some time of reflection and being born in Dijon, Burgundy, I found it ironic to adopt the color...Burgundy! hehe
So here it is, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Clothilde de Bourgogne aka Countess Clo as an incarnation of the color Burgundy.
Countess Clo at 25 year old [link]Biography
Born in 1871, the unique heir of a rich French noble family, Clothilde received the best education. Since infancy the best tutors of Europe stopped by the family estate to teach the young prodigy in the sciences such as mathematics, biology or physics, in the liberal arts such as literatures or foreign languages and in the performing arts such as music, dance or acting. Her education was completed by the usual set of 'noble' classes: horse riding, fencing and good manners classes.
Some would have said that Clothilde was perfect
well that was the problem. Her parents', tutors' and neighbors' daily attentions turned this gifted child into a vain woman. She became gorgeous and intelligent, yet she became the most arrogant and narrow-minded woman. Her gifts combined with her hard-working mind convinced her that she was right, no matter what, and that she was the most beautiful woman which could be.
At 18 year old, the path chosen by her parents was destroyed when the young and vain adolescent ran away from the countryside estate to reach Paris. Was it luck or destiny, her steps crossed the ones of Charles Zidler, a man who just opened an extravagant ball-room: the Moulin Rouge. Fascinated by her beauty and manners, the man will offer Clothilde her first debuts on the stage while she was a total novice.
The ten following years witnessed the success of the Moulin Rouge and Clothilde, nicknamed Countess Clo, due to her noble roots and old-fashioned ways. She quickly learned that in this milieu, a woman needed the protection of a man. Charles was her first protector and although she cared for him, she never loved him. She always had scads of admirers, using of her beauty and wit to keep them interested without ever giving in. After several years, she chose one of her most fervent fans as her new protector, reviving the hopes of the others. Yet once again, love was not part of the deal as far as she was concerned.
With the turn of a new century, shadows grew around the Moulin Rouge. The shows and dances were not attracting as many people and at 29, Clothilde was considered old for the trade. Yet her body and voice had not faltered and she was still very demanded by the male public. This detail did not escape the attention of the younger dancers and singers who were even more cautious in this time of turmoil. They had decided that the vain and arrogant Countess Clo was too old and during mouths they showed her. Clothilde's hard work and beauty kept her on top of the pack, until an 'accident' claimed the left side of her face. It should have claimed her life, but Clothilde did not give up. However it was obvious that at 31 year old her career as an entertainer was over
what would come next?!