On a sunny autumn afternoon, at 6B, an enormous creative space in the Parisian suburb of Saint-Denis, Camille received a clutch of journalists in her starkly empty studio. She likes things empty, she started off responding grudgingly, before launching into full swing. Her fourth album, Ilo Veyou, which she put together while she was pregnant, is a good indication of what makes her tick: organic, authentic art, stripped down and impulsive, strewn with happy moments large and small.