星期二 [ 2010-1-19 16:39:48 | watches2009 ]   Sexiest sporran on the Seine Byline: Aidan Smith IF WE were all asked to think of a person who's left Britain for France, immersed themselves completely in their adopted land and evoked an entire culture for those of us left behind, some would nominate Peter Mayle, the bespectacled, grey-haired author of A Year In Provence. I pity you lot, because for me that person is Jane Birkin. You had to have been exactly the right age when Birkin orgasmically groaned "Je T'aime... Moi Non Plus" with her lover Serge Gainsbourg, and that age was 12. It helped that sexual repression in our house was such that copies of my father's Amateur Photographer magazine with their tasteful, silhouette nudie shots were kept out of my grubby reach... that I wasn't allowed to watch the BBC's Play For Today for fear it would involve a mnage trois and much rustling of a duvet. Wallet Bags Replica I didn't know what a mnage trois was, far less that it was French, like "duvet" (at 12 I still slept under a fleecy blanket, tucked in) and indeed "silhouette". My mastery of the language was entirely confined to 'Je T'aime', the sexiest record ever. I haven't heard it for years. Probably now it would sound preposterous. But Birkin today looks fantastic. She's wearing a jersey, jeans, Ugg boots and a big, wide, full-lipped smile showing off the sexiest thing about her: the space between her front teeth. Her hair, tied at the back with a pencil, is flecked with the odd strand of grey and, of course, there are lines on her face. But it's hard to believe that this year - on December 14 - she will be 60. One thing is missing, though. Famous for sex and Serge, Birkin is also synonymous with a bag, designed by Hermes in tribute to her, and called a Birkin. Where is it? And could that be a sporran she's wearing, low-slung, round her middle? "I bought this second-hand in Edinburgh three years ago and a more useful little thing one couldn't own. It's the envy of Paris!" she says. "I gave up on the bag right away. That bloody thing. I told Hermes they were mad to make it! My one was always full and it ended up giving me tendonitis. "The sporran cost me GBP 10 from a shop near Edinburgh Castle and it's all I need for my mobile phone, some junky make-up and - look - useful pieces of driftwood from South America which give you good luck." We're in a hotel in South Kensington, London, aptly next door to the Institut Franais, where Birkin, the retired sex kitten, has hopped over from Paris to promote her new album. I expected her to be all talked out on the subject of her great love; in fact she mentions Gainsbourg first, then evokes his memory repeatedly over the next hour, in which she's charming, if somewhat batty, company. She speaks without stopping to take in air, which is ironic, considering it was heavy breathing that made her name. "I was leaving him," she says at one point, "and I was afraid he would stop eating, so I took round a Lancashire Hot Pot. 'Serge,' I said, 'something's changed.' "'Ah, have you cut your hair? "'No, it's something else. "'You're carrying a very big dish. It's for more than one person. "'Well, I'm more than one person now. "'What do you mean? "'Serge, I'm having a baby.'" The father was the film director Jacques Doillon and at first Gainsbourg was spitting mad. "He said: 'Right, you can't see my mother any more - and that watch is confiscated too.'" But the sanctions didn't last. "When baby Lou was born, Other articles: http://www.0591r.com/Blog/View/?495 http://www.wwgf54.cn/Blog/View/?349 浏览(79) | 回复(0)
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