#French music

[melbemol-art]

“On ira danser sur les toits” - Nuit Incolore

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[desireswithingirls]

Francoise Hardy on the set of Grand Prix (1967)

[cleopatragirlie]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧ç𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 ❀

[eroticlamb]

Sylvie Vartan, Paris, 1968. Photographed by Jean-Marie Périer

[chelseasgirl]

Rest in peace Françoise Hardy, you was one of the most amazing singers in yéyé and overall.

[jaeyuuiin]

le soir venu,

faut qu'on s'mette à l'aise, ouais

sinon laisse tomber

tu peux chercher, elles n'ont pas. I'level, yeah.

chéri, laisse tomber .

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[w3ird0s-0rgans]

Cooking with Dude

[nofatclips]

Tempelhof by Yann Tiersen, live in studio at The Eskal

[chichimodele]

French Pop sensation Aya Nakamura

[secretceremonies]

lizzy mercier descloux

[theinfinitedivides]

forévà - tayc official music video

[sentientsky]

« On Brûlera » Pomme

@actual-changeling got me breaking down sobbing thinking about non-english aziracrow-coded songs and this one started ricocheting around in my head. again. so here u go

we will burn together in hell, my angel. i have planned our goodbyes to the earth, my angel. and i want to leave with you. i want to die in your arms.

[androgynosis]

Lizzy Mercier Descloux

[cleopatragirlie]

❀ 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧ç𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 ❀

[bitter69uk]

Adieu to the divine Françoise Hardy (17 January 1944 – 11 June 2024). Her death aged 80 is deeply saddening but not unexpected (Hardy had been living with cancer for many years). Where to start with this Parisian pop goddess, French national treasure, inspired musician, impossibly chic style icon (dressed by Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent and Paco Rabanne and photographed by likes of Richard Avedon and David Bailey) and occasional model and actress? On a superficial level, with her moody, inscrutable penchant for glancing downwards through a sweep of long bangs and false eyelashes, Hardy was a French kissin’ cousin to contemporaries like Marianne Faithfull and Chelsea Girls-period Nico. Most importantly, her music is timelessly devastating. Think of the swirling, lush drama and crescendos of 1960s Dusty Springfield or Phil Spector productions, but with a Gallic twist and with Hardy’s beguiling, coolly poised but sensual and emotive murmurs, sighs and whispers at the eye of the storm. And from her 1962 debut onward, she wrote her own songs when it was far from the norm for pop singers, let alone female ones. No wonder Gen X-ers embraced her as an adored cult figure during the 1990s “loungecore” era. My favourite songs by Hardy (and her quality control was exceptional) would have to include “Je n’attends plus personne” (with its unexpectedly angry snarling fuzzed-out guitar), “Et Même” (with its “handclaps-of-doom” intro before the piano kicks in – trust me, that description makes sense when you listen to it!), “C’est le passe”, “Tu peux bien”, “Je t’aime”, “Voilà” and her collaborations with Serge Gainsbourg (“Comment te Dire Adieu” and “L’Anamour”). What an artist, what a woman.