I'm curious about what kinds of people these are based on the following descriptions. It's a thing French people do when they wear skin-tight black clothes, wear berets, and recite poetry.
I wouldn't want to do that myself. I'm 1/8 French, and I love people like those. I don't know if it still goes on, but i know it was around in 1960's Paris.
"What happened to my sweet girl?"
"SHE'S GONE!"
Beatniks
Juliette Greco
Stay cool, daddy-o.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3oxqmKGM5g
Call me Ishmael...
Pardonne-moi, but what is that sour-pussed, anorexic Hollandaise-sans-beurre doing here?
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Bo.. I needed something more than "Juliette Greco" [However I couldn't turn the sound on that early in the morning - didn't want to waken the Other One (or the cat) - so didn't really check whether the music was right.]
I don't think she has a sour puss... Anorexic, yes.
Call me Ishmael...
Mesquin little snout, just like a hungry mouse.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp0jki7m9M8/UFlXq6p7hOI/AAAAAAAAH58/l1FPtaWO VLg/s320/tumblr_m3bxaamUIy1qz9qooo1_1280.jpg
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My mother, who hated any and all bohemianism, would have called them "existentialists", as at St-Germain-des-Prés (a section of Paris) in the 1950s.
You may want to study the life of Boris Vian, who was emblematic of the whole "scene".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian
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