Date: 1 August 1992
Originally published in: Jeune et Jolie (France)
We no longer have to introduce Kim Wilde, the luscious blonde who has capsized more than one heart and this since her entry – twelve years ago – in the ruthlessly constellated universe …. But we must go to evidence: Kim Wilde is today a myth. A myth that does not smell like mothballs, while the beautiful displays on its counter thirty delicately touched. “I’m going to be 32 this year and I feel good. I’m absolutely not afraid of growing old, probably because I know what I want.”
What she wants, she sings as others pray. Her new album “Love is” is the outcome she was looking for. A delayed fulmination. Gorgeous! Suddenly Kim moves from London to isolate himself in a firm history of putting back some order on his life which accuses a serious profusion by the parasites which revolve around the star … Always celibate to this day – even if she sees herself married, mother and, behind the stoves! – Kim Wilde took off the canvas that veiled his youth: the time for superfluous tripo stigma of alcohol and overly greasy food and “clubbing” nights spent between two smokes are over.
“It’s true, I lost a few pounds by doing a lot of physical exercise … However, I love landing in a hotel room full of flowers, chocolates and champagne.” Notice to interested parties, because we haven’t finished hearing Kim’s voice!