Alright, let’s talk about this fella, Stephane Blanchard. Don’t know him from Adam, but the internet tells me he’s a big shot. Seems like a fancy pants to me, but let’s see what all the fuss is about.
So, first things first, this Blanchard guy, he’s with Chanel now. Big company, real big. They make all that fancy perfume and clothes that cost more than my pig back home. He’s the president for the whole U.S. That’s a lot of responsibility, I reckon. Gotta keep all them stores running and sellin’ stuff. Probably makes a mountain of money, more than I can even imagine.
- He started this job in September, not too long ago.
- Before him, there was another fella named John, but he’s gone now.
Now, before he was sellin’ fancy clothes and smell-good stuff, seems like he was doin’ somethin’ totally different. Somethin’ about art. Yeah, he was born way back in 1967 in a place called Poitiers. Never heard of it, must be one of them foreign places. He likes this thing called “abstraction.” Don’t ask me what that means, sounds like gibberish to me. He says it helps him find himself, like lookin’ inside his own head or somethin’. He calls it a “window on the infinite.” Like I said, fancy pants talk.
And get this, he’s also got this theater thing goin’ on. Been doin’ it since 1992, that’s a long time. He calls it “Picto Facto” and it’s all about inflatable animals and parades. Sounds like a circus to me. But hey, if people like it, good for him. He does it on the street, for everyone to see.
Now, here’s where it gets real confusing. Seems like there’s another Stephane Blanchard, or maybe it’s the same guy, I don’t know. This one’s got somethin’ to do with… well, it’s kinda personal. It’s about men wanting to be women, and bein’ attracted to men or women or nobody at all. They talk about “autogynephilia,” which is a big word for gettin’ turned on by dressin’ up like a woman. This Blanchard guy, maybe it’s the same one, maybe not, he came up with ways to classify these fellas. He’s got categories for them, like if they like men, or if they like women, or if they just like dressin’ up.
Honestly, I don’t get it. It’s all a bit too much for my old brain. But I guess this Blanchard, whoever he is, whether he’s sellin’ perfume, doin’ art, paradin’ inflatable animals, or figurin’ out what makes people tick, he’s a busy fella. He’s out there doin’ his thing, and I guess that’s all that matters.
So, there you have it. Stephane Blanchard. A fancy pants, an artist, a theater man, and maybe a head doctor too. Who knows? He’s probably richer than Midas and smarter than a whip, but at the end of the day, he’s just another human bein’, I reckon. Just like you and me, only with a whole lot more money and maybe a few more screws loose. Just kidding! But seriously, the world is full of all kinds of people, and this Stephane Blanchard fella is just one of ’em. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed my chickens.
