No French musician has consistently represented the spirit of the times like Étienne Daho, whose thirty-year career has always had him at the avant-garde of modernity, tirelessly expanding his aesthetic horizons. Since 1981, his washed-out voice has lustily danced to prudent lyrics (in French), reminding us that life is not a straight line but a web of passionate embraces, faded perfumes, unfulfilled quests and frustrated desires.