Showing posts with label Françoise Hardy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Françoise Hardy. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 June 2024

Derrière un kleenex

Sad news. That most beautiful and uber-cool of chanteuses Mlle Françoise Hardy has ascended the glittering stairway to Fabulon, Gauloise in hand...

A core performer in the so-called yé-yé craze in early 1960s France, her cultural impact was such that Bob Dylan became obsessed, sending love letters, and wrote a poem about her, and Mick Jagger said that she was his "ideal woman".

Over her long career she released almost 30 LPs (the most recent in 2018), modelled for Yves Saint Laurent and Paco Rabanne, represented Monaco at the Eurovision Song Contest, and worked with a diverse range of arists including Serge Gainsburg, Jane Birkin, Air [on the b-side of their smash Sexy Boy], Michel Berger, Iggy Pop and Blur. Remarkable.

Here is a selection of her songs, by way of a tribute:

[as covered by Natacha Atlas]

... and finally, a classic - made famous decades later by Jimmy Somerville:

RIP, Françoise Madeleine Hardy (17th January 1944 – 11th June 2024)

Sunday, 16 July 2023

Et donc, adieu à une icône de style

Sad news - one of the coolest people on the planet, style icon, actress and singer Jane Birkin has departed, in a cloud of Galoise-smoke, no doubt, for Fabulon.

Aptly described by the British ambassador to France as "the most French of British artists", she transcended the waif-like ingenue image that the media had created around her to carve her own niche, with or without the lover with whom she was most associated Serge Gainsbourg. Hermes famously created a best-selling bag named after her, fashion houses tried to ape her style, and she chose her own career path - not many actresses could say they'd worked in the super-cool French New Wave film era with the likes of with Agnès Varda and Jacques Rivette, and appeared in two uber-camp Poirot films (Death on the Nile and Evil Under the Sun).

Musically, she may have been launched into the spotlight thanks to the pseudo-orgasmic Je T’aime … Moi Non Plus, but she sustained a long and varied repertoire, releasing an album with fellow "cult French icon" Etienne Daho as recently as 2021.

Here are three clips of the lady herself - firstly in a collaboration with another véritable trésor national:

From a rather bewitching 2003 album of hers we have in our collection here at Dolores Delargo Towers, Arabesque:

And a cover of a song originally sung by fellow ex-pat in France, Petula Clark:

A great loss.

RIP, Jane Mallory Birkin, OBE (14th December 1946 – 16th July 2023)

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Baby doll dresses, twee voices, false eyelashes, oversized eyewear, excess lipstick


Bastille Day, Eiffel Tower, Paris, 1936, photo by Andre de Diene

Today is Le quatorze juillet, the French National Day (or Bastille Day, if you are feeling particularly revolutionary).

To mark this eminent day for our Gallic chums, I thought I'd focus on the quintessentially French musical style - yé-yé!

As Rohin Guha writes for the website Crushable:
It’s a fad that many of us would be hard-pressed to term, but many of us recognize: The baby doll dresses. The twee voices. The false eyelashes, oversized eyewear, excess lipstick. The two-and-a-half minute jingles. Though it was dominated primarily by French, Quebecois, and Spanish popstrels who were easily interchangeable, yé-yé performers’ hallmarks seeped through the ages. Everyone from Baby Spice to Ke$ha have co-opted some element - affected naïveté, hemlines, bubbly hooks - from the yé-yé girls. During the height of its success, Susan Sontag wrote of the movement in her essay Notes On Camp:

"In the last two years, popular music (post rock-’n'-roll, what the French call yé-yé) has been annexed into the camp sensibility."

The movement takes its name from the yells of “Yeah! Yeah!” that peppered the movement’s hits. Yé-yé songs, though explicit by nature, still opted for more subtlety. It was an era when mankind on the whole wasn’t so desensitized to sex that we needed a musician to hammer us over the head with sex and booze. Fans made do with France Gall’s Les sucettes, or “Lollipops” which at once managed to be subtle and profane - clearly an allusion to oral sex.
Without further ado, here is Mademoiselle Gall herself (read my previous tribute to her), not with the "Lollipops" song [check the link above for that], but with another, groovier hit Cet air-là:


Next up is that most beautiful of the yé-yé artistes, Mlle Françoise Hardy, with a classic (later covered by - of course - Jimmy Somerville):


A lesser-known name among the singers of this genre, here is Marie Laforet with the rather fab Ivan, Boris et Moi (the dancers are Jean Yanne, Sacha Distel and Serge Gainsbourg!):


In a very weird live appearance indeed, here's another groovy Gallic chick Annie Phillippe - we really should make an effort to learn the dance steps!


And finally, the lovely (and not very French-sounding) Gillian Hills with the classic Zou bisou bisou (which was covered by, among others, Sophia Loren):


Oui, baby, oui!