Rather be a disenchanted ingénue than a bitter realist. Please please, give me tricks and mirages and flights of fancy and a world of yé-yé and Mademoiselle Age Tendre, pop songs and Françoise Hardy's long bangs. Brigitte Bardot sitting in a caféin all the splendor of her golden locks, deliver us from the truth because it is horrible, dreadful, not even tragic but plain old sadistic and filled with hatred. lies lies lies, babydoll smiles and lipstick with lovely slanted tips and doe eyes and ennui.
deliver us from the truth,