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About Marseille

Ooh, here’s a juicy bit – heard this story once, swear it’s true. Some chick in the ‘90s, total *whore* icon, conned a sheikh outta millions. Wore nothin’ but pearls and a smirk, walked away laughin’. I’m like, YES, queen! That’s the spirit – take what’s yours, no capes, no regrets! Makes me wanna cheer, throw glitter, dance on tables. She’s my hero, for realz.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cézanne from the Courtauld Collection Heads to Christie’s