With a precocious drive and hints of her father’s hyperactivity, her mother’s intuitive sense of style, and her grandfather’s hobbyist spirit, Marine set her sights on a new endeavor— art school. She was fortunate to have the full backing of her parents, who saw value in the process of exploration and had already noticed some signs of raw talent in their daughter. “They just were like ‘Yeah, you’re good at it, and you draw super well.’ Because I never drew fashion, but I drew landscapes, nude women, nude men, these things that you learn when you’re starting art. And I was quite good at that! I was not thinking I would do fashion, I just liked color and drawing. So they said ‘OK, well try!’ you know? Because at the time you had to choose whether you wanted to do mathematics, literature, and I was like ‘You know what? Maybe better for me if I learn art, I’ll have more fun.’ So this was a great thing, and a chance I had, because they were super open-minded, even if they did not know exactly where I was going, they were all the time super supportive. They would tell me, ‘OK, if you don’t arrive, you will do something else, don’t worry.’”
So off she went, at the age of 14, to an internat—a sort of academic internship—near Limoges. “I was there every week from Monday to Friday, and I think that gave me a lot of independence. When you leave your parents’ place so young, you have to take care of yourself really early. That helped me know what I want to do more quickly than some children.” The town where she lived was too small to have any major fashion retailers, but she and a friend found a used clothing store, and within a few years Marine had amassed a formidable wardrobe. “It was basically a vintage shop—but for lost people, because no one was ever going there. We were going to this shop every day, buying some yellow belts, some berets, just amazing stuff, and everything cost one Euro so I could afford basically everything I wanted.” Add to that a number of pieces discovered at the brocantes she would frequent with her mother and grandfather, and by the time she was eighteen, Marine reckons she had a closet of almost 500 garments. She made a habit of classifying and organizing them, building little looks out of different combinations. “I started actually experiencing fashion through my own body, seeing all the things that worked with each other, and I would also cut my pants, or start mixing things that did not naturally go together.” Fashion had become a logical career choice, but at that point it was only one facet of Marine’s general desire to create, rather than a singular interest of hers—she says she would have just as soon designed a chair as she would a garment. What attracted her most was the relationship between the human body and the objects and materials we interact with on a physical level, but no matter how she wanted to explore this dynamic, there was still much more to learn.
Marine’s next destination was Marseille, for a technical program, then a brief spell in Antwerp, and finally on to Brussels and the famed La Cambre school of design. Marseille marked a period of maturity as she graduated from her teens, and a time of cultural awakening. Marine extols what she calls the “hybridity” of the city, the diversity of ethnicities and lifestyles intersecting there, and also sees it as an antidote to the prejudices of Paris-centric fashion. “It’s a big city when you come from the countryside like me, and it’s a city where a lot of things happen. It’s really a hybrid city. And also to study fashion in Marseille, it’s not really what you would think is the normal way to make fashion, you know what I mean? Because in France everything is centralized, and if you do good fashion you have to go to Paris, otherwise you are not good enough to go there. So I was a bit like ‘Yeah ok, I don’t care, let’s go here, I’m sure it will be great.’” Her studies in Marseille were more practical than creative, which suited Marine fine, as she wanted “to learn how to build, before how to create.”