Camille Dordoigne stumbled upon her diary from when she was 10 to 13 years old. She had the brilliant idea of adapting it for the stage, word for word and comma for comma.
A dive into the past, fifteen years ago. Back in the days of Diam's and Diddll. When Nicolas Sarkozy was president, wearing skirts over jeans was fashionable, and being old meant being forty.
On stage to embody her is a cheeky and brutal creature in full bloom. She grimaces, gesticulates and speaks with her body without any modesty. She speaks bluntly and reveals her most ardent feelings: from her compulsive quarrels to her first thrills of love, her first shocking encounter with death, her taste for mischief, her body in revolution.
