today's inspiration : françoise hardy

Who cares if I can't speak French? The mere image of Francoise Hardy is enough to drive me, against all my better judgment, to once again dare to bang, even when I know it's impossibly ridiculous for these wavy locks of mine. But who's to blame me? I dare you to stare into those near-black browns and not be inspired. With the first signs of spring finally showing themselves the last few days, Miss Hardy's desperately fantastic 1960s wardrobe makes me want to throw on a pair of dainty flats, grab an umbrella and take a daydreamed walk around the pond.

brown penny

I whispered, "I am too young,"

And then, "I am old enough;"

Wherefore I threw a penny

To find out if I might love.

"Go and love, go and love, young man,

If the lady be young and fair."

Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,

I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,

There is nobody wise enough

To find out all that is in it,

For he would be thinking of love.

Till the stars had run away

And the shadows eaten the moon.

Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,

One cannot begin it too soon.