biography it was the summer of 1991 and vivienne ryann was the reigning princess of the fashion week runway and french tabloids. wherever and whatever vivi did brought the media running to catch a glimpse of who she was with, what she was doing or who she was wearing, meanwhile some hoped to catch her in a moment of weakness to ruin her run as the new face of fashion. but being born into old money and having a legacy of ryann's to follow, she had grown accustom to the daily magnifying glass on her family and mostly herself, that she knew how to keep the pap's guessing what she was going to do next. that was until she fell pregnant in the public eye and a whirlwind media circus caused havoc on her. the echoes of "who's the father?!" could be heard even after she gave birth to a daughter, celine, and she quietly assumed her role as a young mother barely before she turned twenty-one. with time the questions stopped and the eyes retreated, the modeling job's slowly came to an end and vivienne took the opportunity to tap into her inheritance. spending her free time trying to find any notable man to fill the void that was missing in her and her daughter's life.

it didn't take long for her to fall back into her old ways as soon as celine could walk and talk, becoming something of a running tabloid joke now that she was targeting high profile men. she lusted for fame in secret and flirted with the flashing camera's, setting her sights on a promising nyc born film director during cannes, a match that would spark a love affair turned marriage that uprooted celine from paris to the big apple. a high rise became celine's home and a team of nannies also became her parent's...growing up privileged and free because her mom and stepfather were into all the new-age parenting rage. it didn't turn her into much of a brat as she grew into a teen but it did give her a certain dominance when it came to having her way, no one was going to tell her no when she was on the arm of her step-dad as he accepted his first oscar. and certainly no one was going to bat an eye when he would shove a glass of champagne or two in her hand. a fate that would prove itself by the time she was sixteen and sitting in a lavish nevada rehab during her summer vacation.

it was during that stint of sobering and boredom that someone from the past would come into her life, her dad. daniel collins had been established for years in the punk circuit with his alt-punk band, basket case, but at the time of her birth he was off the rails and too deep into his demon's to know he had daughter. it wasn't until years after that rumors came to his ears and he became curious, flying from the UK to attend an award's ceremony in LA and crossing path's with his ex-fling, vivienne, finding out publicly that he indeed was a father. it took another couple years to come to terms as a tell-all tabloid on dailymail about his secret love child in rehab drove him to wake up. it was that first meeting that flipped a switch in them both as they opened up to each other, accepting the lack of affection over the years and deciding to change that for good.

as they mutually decided to speak publicly on their unusual journey to a healthy father-daughter relationship, the doors of opportunity opened for celine now that she had a three famous parental's. with the bit's of extra work she got here and there in her step-dad's films and music videos, she landed her first major role after pulling a shy yet convincing accent, completely engulfing in her character with each role as they came. she was more technical than method when it came to acting, carefully selecting a much taboo role for her first film 'nymphomaniac vol.II', because why the fuck not?