They all sing La Vie En Rose, and they all sing of an unreal Paris, but their styles are as different as a hangover at the Ritz is from a morning-after brandy in St. Germain des Prés. Blonde Vicky Autier, one of the three French singers who seem to have taken over Manhattan night life, appears at the St. Regis Maisonette in a $1,000 spangled black velvet gown, and she sings the song with gay sophistication. Blonder Lilo bounces about the Plaza's Persian Room in brief white tights, and sings La Vie with brassy triumph. But tiny (4 ft. 10...
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