Thursday, November 8, 2007


Françoise Hardy - Comment te dire adieu. Paris, 1968. While students and workers were pulling up paving stones to lob at riot police, I guess this little song was on the radio. Tear gas and plastic macs, helmets and mini-skirts. The ye ye girls.

Tell me. What is the deal with 1960s French pop music? It's horrible. Or is it? There's something about it. Like any hook-laden pop, it's catchy, and now it's cool to collect these swinging mademoiselles, the ye ye girls. People like Francoise Hardy. The girls are pretty -- sure, I get that. Photogenic pop girls like Hardy, Zouzou, Chantal Goya (who starred in Godard's Masculin Feminin, 1966), Jane Birkin (who married Serge Gainesbourg), Sylvie Vartan (who married "ye-ye king" Johnny Hallyday). What is it about these ye ye girls? Is it just that post-modern, ironic cool thing? Retro cool, like wink wink, watching The Avengers? Or what? Here's Françoise Hardy with Salvador Dali. Explain.

Meanwhile, in the streets, a revolution in Paris, May, 1968.

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