Showing posts with label jane birkin. Show all posts
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15 Nov 2024

Remembering Soho with Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin

Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin 
strolling round Soho in 1977
 
 
I. 
 
There are two main reasons why I love this photo. 

Firstly, it features two of my favourite people: Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg; the English rose and French homme de génie, in London for the UK opening of Je t'aime moi non plus (1976), a film written, directed, and scored by the latter and starring the former as a love-starved, rather vulnerable and androgynous-looking young woman called Johnny [1].
 
And secondly, it affords us a glimpse of a lost world: for not only are Birkin and Gainsbourg now no longer with us, but the Soho they stroll through has also disappeared (or been significantly transformed by gentrification). 
 
 
II. 
 
Taken on Broadwick Street in the spring of 1977, at the north end of Berwick Street Market, where Jane has been buying the apples she carries in her new straw basket, one can see the Blue Posts pub in the background, next to the ladies dress shop, Hilda.  
 
The former is still there, nearly fifty years later - just as it was there fifty years earlier - styling itself now as a proper London boozer, complete with a tiled exterior, carpeted floor, and banquette seats. Smokers are now legally required to stand outside, but dogs are more than welcome inside [2]
 
The latter, however, is sadly not still there - and I'm guessing the little Jewish woman who owned and gave her name to the shop is also dead and buried (though I'd be pleased to discover otherwise). 
 
Back in the day, Berwick Street was as much known for its dress makers, tailors and fabric shops as it was for its fresh fruit and veg market and I was once told that many of the local prostitutes would buy their undergarments from Hilda, or purchase items for clients who liked to experiment with transvestism (and as many of Hilda's pieces were one-offs they always looked special) [3].
 
 
III. 
 
I have a personal reason to remember Hilda, because, a decade or so after this photo was taken, I began working in the first floor rooms she rented out and which served as the office of Red Moon; a tiny business established by an old hippie called Bob Moon, selling all manner of rock and pop merchandising (from badges, patches, and belt buckles, to postcards, calendars, and T-shirts).
 
Readers might also be interested to know that on the second floor, worked an old Hungarian seamstress who used to make shirts for various stars of film and TV at that time, such as the Scottish actor Robbie Coltrane.       
 
And next door to Hilda's - although unfortunately not captured on the photo reproduced here - was a traditional fish 'n' chip shop above which was (an equally traditional) walk-up, where a young model called Monica would entertain gentlemen callers [3].
 
I'm not sure these days gone by can best be described as happy, but Gainsbourg was right, I think, to describe the London he knew and loved at this time as the most exotic city on earth.
 
 
Notes
 
[1] The film is a sexually explicit story of a love triangle involving Birkin's character and two gay garbage truck drivers, Krassky and Padovan (played by Joe Dallesandro and Hugues Quester respectively). Released in France in March 1976, the film received poor reviews and was branded by some critics as immoral. Having said that, François Truffaut - one of the founders of the cinematic French New Wave - praised the movie.
      Readers who wish to know more might be interested in a text by Jack Sargeant, the British writer who specialises in cult, underground, and/or independent films, entitled 'Hot, Hard Cocks and Tight, Tight Unlubricated Assholes: Transgression, Sexual Ambiguity and "Perverse" Pleasures in Serge Gainsbourg's Je t’aime moi non plus', in Senses of Cinema, Issue 30 (February, 2004): click here.
 
[2]  The Blue Posts, 22, Berwick Street, Soho, London W1: visit their website by clicking here
 
[3] A Soho walk-up is a small studio flat used by a female sex worker for the purposes of prostitution. The flats, located on the upper floors of buildings above shops and other businesses, are accessed by a staircase from a door on the street. No appointment is necessary (i.e., they operate on a first served first come basis).
      Walk-ups, which were characteristic of the sex industry in Soho in the 1960s, '70s, and 80's, have since rapidly disappeared like so much else in the 21st-century.
 
 
Bonus: click here to watch the official trailer to a restored and re-released (2019) version of Gainsbourg's film Je t'aime moi non plus.  
 
 

16 Jul 2023

D'notre amour fou n'resterait que des cendres (In Memory of Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg)

Jane Birkin (Dec 1946 - July 2023)
 
 
I'm very sad to note that - 32 years after the death of Serge Gainsbourg - Jane Birkin has died. 
 
Theirs may or may not have been the greatest (or even craziest) love affair of the 20th century, but it was certainly the one that I found most intriguing (and possibly the most touching).

So what, then, remains now that they are both dead? Only ashes, as they themselves anticipated?
 
No.

Jane and Serge leave behind a huge number of beautiful images, beautiful songs - perhaps the most beautiful ever written in French - and beautiful memories. 
 
And, in Jane's case, she even leaves behind a beautiful Hermès bag to which she lent her name. 
 
You can't hope for much more than that ...  
 
 
Note: the title of this post is a line from a track entitled Quoi, found on the 1986 compilation album by Birkin. The song - one of my favourites - was written by Gainsbourg and Cesare De Natale (arr. Guido & Maurizio De Angelis). Click here to play here and watch the video on YouTube.   
 
 

21 Jun 2023

Melody Blue

Photo of Jane Birkin by Tony Frank used for the sleeve of 
Serge Gainsbourg's Histoire de Melody Nelson (1971)
 
 
As long-time readers of Torpedo the Ark will know, whilst, as a nihilist, my default position is always paint it black, I do have a philosophical fascination with a colour much loved by painters and poets and which French fashion designer Christian Dior once described as the only one which can possibly compete with black: Blue [1]
 
This includes the lyrical blue celebrated by Rilke and Trakl; the deep blue invented by Yves Klein; and the blue of the Greater Day that Lawrence writes of. 
 
So, no surprise then, that I should also adore the light blue used as a background colour by the photographer Tony Frank when shooting his iconic image of Jane Birkin for the cover of Serge Gainsbourg's seven-track concept album, Histoire de Melody Nelson (1971) [2].
 
Birkin, who would have been twenty-four at the time - and pregnant with Gainsbourg's child - was playing the part of the red-haired, rosy-cheeked 15-year-old with a penchant for blue jeans, a pair of which Birkin can be seen wearing in the photo, whilst clutching a toy monkey to her bare chest. 
 
It's a good look - albeit a slightly pervy one, with its Lolita-esque overtones. Birkin not only gets away with pretending to be an adolescent, but she has an androgynous thing going on in the photo that adds to her appeal. 
 
By staring directly at the camera - one assumes at Frank's suggestion - Birkin reveals Melody's innocence and vulnerability. But she also challenges the viewer to accept her gaze and question their own position vis-à-vis the question of a middle-aged man desiring (or actually entering into) a sexual relationship with an underage girl [3].            
 
Anyway, whatever one's thoughts on this, the fact is Frank's image of Birkin on the cover of Histoire de Melody Nelson has become as celebrated as the album itself and - according to the photographer at least - some people have even started to describe the background colour as Melody Blue [4].  
 
 
 
 
Notes
 
[1] I have written several posts on the colour blue. See, for example, 'Blue is the Colour ... Notes on Rilke's Blue Delirium' (1 April 2017) and 'Blue is the Colour ... Yves Klein is the Name' (2 April 2017).
 
[2] Serge Gainsbourg's Histoire de Melody Nelson was released on 24 March, 1971 (Philips Records). It tells the tale of an illicit romance which develops between the middle-aged narrator and a sexually innocent 15-year-old called Melody Nelson. The album is considered by many critics and fans to be Gainsbourg's most influential and accomplished work (despite only being 28 minutes in length). To play the second track from the album - 'Ballade de Melody Nelson' - click here
 
[3] Technically, Melody was not underage as the (heterosexual) age of consent in France at this time was fifteen, as established by an ordinance enacted by the French government in 1945. Interestingly, however, an article within this ordinance forbade anal sex and similar relations against nature with any person under the age of twenty-one (an attempt, one assumes, to discriminate against homosexual lovers).   
 
[4] Readers interested in this post will be pleased to know that Tony Frank has assembled photos, contact sheets, behind-the-scenes imagery, and slides from the shoot with Birkin, into a 96-page book entitled Bleu Melody (RVB Books, 2018). In the book, Frank also recounts his memories from the time.