The name is long because of a crucial encounter. Three years ago, in London at night, a weeping girl met with transvestite musicians. She was coming from the theatre and books; the Queens had just left the stage. She was desperately trying to connect everything that was moving her in some global project including videos, songs, texts and choreographies. The Queens were shamelessly mixing Prince with Vivaldi. So this was more a rebirth than the actual name of a band she was talking about. Christine would become the girl’s new identity and the Queens would be a continuous inspiration. Put together, they would ring like a magical formula that allows all daring exploits.