by Blake Thomas
Before Jane Birkin, Serge Gainsbourg’s muse was French pop princess Brigitte Bardot, and his work with her was a mutation of swirling chanson with slight psychedelic leanings. But when ol’ Serge turned his gnarled eye towards the Mod-era British model and actress, all bets were off. The two were like a perverse, twisted Sonny & Cher; but instead of warming hearts, they lit a dark fire, like some erotic demons possessed with sexual desire.
