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JE T’AIME Brigitte Bardot et Serge Gainsbourg

The Americans love to dismiss French music and that’s because they don’t know ‘merde’.

BRIGITTE NEVER GETS OLD by Peter Nolan Smith

Ten years ago I returned to New York after a long time in Thailand. Culture shock had been minimized by staying at my friend’s $2 million Ft. Greene brownstone, however after a week I had acclimatized to fat people with loud voices, young people walking with cellphones in their hands, and the lack of serious […]

CASSE-TOI BRIGITTE by Peter Nolan Smith

New York City showed its teeth the winter of 1980. The police were racketeering our after-hours nightclub. One of the Continental’s backers was a gangster from Odessa, Russia. Vadim was going out with my old girlfriend from Buffalo. The tough zek smuggled stolen icons and passed bad paper. Lisa looked good in his furs. Only […]

IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 4 by Peter Nolan Smith

That night I stopped at a disco on Rue Montmartre, intending to wait out Brigitte’s early morning departure. Philippe’s previous girlfriend danced with a natural wantonness to WARM LEATHERETTE. Her partner was a famous French singer. My eyes x-ed him from the club. Honey-hued skin covered the teenager’s long lean limbs. Lisa had possessed the […]

Brigitte Bardot you bet I would

And I would have loved to drive that car. Probably more than Brigitte Bardot. But driving both? Someone had to have done it.