Category Archives: 80s

July 31, 1988 – Perpignan

July 31, 2021 – 3:40 pm

Last night Jacques Vial, my patron in Perpignan and cousin to Olivier Brial (Cousins could be anyone from the same town or village in Catalunya), had invited some forty people to a forest dinner. At a long white-clothed table his beau-frere, his wife, Jean-Louis, his employer, Francois, a compatriot, a sad carpenter, a skilled woodsman, […]

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THE AMNESIA OF ME by Peter Nolan Smith

July 23, 2021 – 11:32 am

Eight years ago I was sitting on Pattaya’s notorious Soi 6 listening to SOMEBODY TO LOVE. As I grooved to the Jefferson Airplane’s hit, a trio of sub-20 Thai girls had invited me to visit an upstairs short-time room. “You sexy man. How old you? 40?” asked the youngest. Even through beer goggles my mirror […]

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ROCK STANDS TALL by Peter Nolan Smith

June 13, 2021 – 3:42 am

In August 1984 ACTUEL sent a Californian-born photographer and me to cover the Deauville Film Festival. This was my second journalism gig for the esoteric French magazine and I hoped that writing a good article might open the path to another profession than being a doorman at La Balajo. The Deauville Film Festival was not […]

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MAUVAIS MECS by Peter Nolan Smith

March 22, 2021 – 9:59 pm

That year winter had been mild in Paris. Farther to the North snow covered Germany and I was glad to have been detoured from Berlin to Paris by an urgent phone call. Vonelli was in trouble. When I got off the train in Gare Du Nord, no one waiting at the station, which was a […]

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Hiding Behind Fats

January 3, 2021 – 8:28 pm

Back in 1982 I worked the door at the Bains-Douches in Paris. The owner suggested hiring new blood for security. My first choice was Big Jacques. Jacques Negrit was a tall, handsome and good-natured twenty year-old from the projects of the peripherique. His gang was called Les Bufalos. I liked Jacques and didn’t trust the […]

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