Showing posts with label Sylvie Vartan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sylvie Vartan. Show all posts

Monday, 21 March 2022

Where do they go, the men who leave your flat, to buy some cigarettes, and never do come back?


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I saw this ad for a Sylvie Vartan Barbie doll, and thought "I must have that!"

Here on this Tacky Music Monday, dear reader, is a very good reason why it's been added to my list [after these, of course!]...

Have a good week.

[PS In case anyone's forgotten, the reason I'm not in my usual "Grumpy Monday" mood is beacuse I have a day off on annual leave today. YAY!!]

Friday, 16 August 2019

Danse car au bout de la nuit, ton règne finit



Although we're still on holiday, this is the end of another week - and some traditions do have to be adhered to. It may also be Our Glorious Leader Madonna's birthday today, but it's to another diva extraordinaire to whom we turn for today's spangly entertainment.

To get us in the mood for all the partying the forthcoming weekend will bring [ours will be a picnic-that-is-not-a-picnic; due to the predicted maelstrom tomorrow, our annual picnic is going to take place... in Our Sal's pub The Shaston Arms instead!], how about a little something from the later career of the famed "queen of yé-yé", Mlle Sylvie Vartan [who celebrated her 75th birthday yesterday] and her safety gays..?


Merci disco c'est vendredi!

[If the video above doesn't work, visit the Ina.fr site]

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Sparkle dust

Had a fabulous time in the sunshine this weekend - Regents Park on Friday and Kennington Park yesterday - and I am suitable browned and tingling. Shame about the torrential rain last night! I got drenched...

Anyhow on Friday, winding my way down on Baker Street, light in my head and dead on my feet, I happened upon a lighting shop near Selfridges and immediately fell in love with this exquisite object:



A must for every dream home, I reckon - and a snip at five grand! I can dream, can't I? If only those six little numbers would come up.

Then my life would forever be chandeliers, sweeping staircases, Busby Berkeley, evening gloves, Dimitri Chiparus, sparkle dust, bugle beads, ostrich plumes, ankle straps, Maribou, Shalimar - oh, and dance spectaculars featuring Mitzi Gaynor, Chita Rivera, Raffaella Carra, or indeed Sylvie Vartan...


Happy Sunday!