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Serge Gainsbourg & Brigitte Bardot - Initials B.B.

Few women have done as much to champion the cause of sweet, sweet tits as actress, model, and chanteuse Brigitte Bardot. Among her many acts of mammary activism are her bringing of the bikini to the mainstream, the plunging neckline (aka ‘The Bardot Neckline’), a mode of dress in which both shoulders are exposed, and, perhaps less directly, the ‘choucroute’ hairstyle in which the hair is lifted in a quasi-beehive style, better exposing her B.B.’s for reverent ogling.

Brigitte’s activism wasn’t limited to the freeing of the twins however - a fervent animal rights activist, Bardot railed against the traditional slaughter of sheep in Muslim ceremonies, causing her to be fined several times by the government of France for making racially and religulously provocative statements - though her widely advertised views on Muslims and foreigners in general were far from moderate. In fact, Bardot has, to date, been convicted 5 times for ‘inciting racial hatred’. She also once, while babysitting a neighbour’s donkey (yeah, you read that right) had it castrated because it was ‘sexually harassing’ her donkey, and to add to the outrage, also sexually harassing her horse. I think I speak for all of us when I say ‘holy fucking shit’. Her neighbour subsequently took her to court, perhaps under some French law relating to donkey balls, but at press time there’s no indication of whether the donkey’s danglers were returned to their rightful owner.

Brigitte’s dabbling in pop music was mostly at the hands of Serge Gainsbourg, who obviously was railing her with French abandon, but also put together some great music to back her sultry cooing - including this song, ‘Initials B.B.’, which is of course about Bardot herself, and comes from the album ‘Initials B.B.’ (1968). It’s a wondrous, moebius strip of a moment as the chorus hits, in which she sings about herself, on a song named after her, from an album of the same name. This meta-tastic, circular self-referencing stretches both the fabric of space-time and her sweater, not to mention the stitches of these suddenly confining khaki Dockers.

Pictured: Brigitte Bardot and her BBs.