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CASSE-TOI BRIGITTE by Peter Nolan Smith

Working at a nightclubs I met a lot of people; famous, infamous, and nobodies. Sometimes I had no idea who was who. One night at Hurrah I stopped a skinny bearded man from entering the club for free. His massive bodyguard steered me right. “It’s Mick Jagger.” “That’s him.” The rock star was with a […]

BRIGITTE IS NEVER OLD by Peter Nolan Smith

Four years ago I returned to New York after a long time in Thailand. Culture shock has been minimized by my refusal to leave my landlord’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 […]

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.

JE T’AIME Brigitte Bardot et Serge Gainsbourg

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

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 […]