She was called “the most beautiful girl in the world” when she was 3 years old. This is how she looks at 17 years

Thylane Blondeau, a little child with an angelic face, was called “the most beautiful girl in the world” when she was 10 years old. That’s how she looks now. Patrick Blondeau, a former football player, and Véronika Loubry are the proud parents of the gorgeous girl Thylane, who began a modeling career at a young age, has changed a lot now. The girl was captured by paparazzi with her lover. Some women have the fantasy of competing in and taking first place in a beauty contests. Thylane Blondeau had great success without having to compete for a title.

From an early age, her adorable face was enough to impress modeling agencies. At the age of barely 10, her stunning blue eyes, long hair, intense stare, and big lips made her “the most beautiful girl in the world.” She is the oldest child of Véronika Loubry and Patrick Blondeau, who have since divorced, and was born in April 2001. Thylane won over Jean Paul Gaultier at the young age of 4, who offered her a fashion presentation and inspired the admiration of modeling agencies.

The girl posed for Vogue magazine in a story that generated a lot of controversy in 2010. Girls who overdo their cosmetics and are hypersexual from a young age was the topic. Thylane handled the front pages of the fashion magazines Teen Vogue and Jalouse. The adorable girl designs a line for Eleven Paris after making a name for herself in the fashion and beauty industries.

Later, she appears in the movie Belle et Sébastien. After a year, she was chosen to represent L’Oréal, and then she appeared on the cover of L’Officiel. Thylane Blondeau and her new lover were spotted in the south of France. The young lady who made her debut in fashion as a kid now flaunts a lean, attractive form.

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