Amandine Lourdel rolls over your certainties, without blinkers and with her foot to the floor.
Insolent and tender, constantly on the alert, seizing on heritage like no one else, she dissects mores and belonging. Her frontal humour oscillates between sarcasm, irony and social satire.
‘When I was little, I dreamed of being a Virginie Despentes heroine, but I realised that it hurt my head.
‘When I was little, I dreamed of being a Virginie Despentes heroine, but I realised that it hurt my head.
