White Shirt Monday: an intermezzo
[Jane Birkin in concert at Cadogan Hall, London 2013 - Photo Credit (and all credit): Intermezzo]
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Yes, I know. Birkin isn’t a mezzo-soprano (or is she?), it’s not an opera program, and it’s – depending on the definition of what makes a “classic” – not even classial music. But…
But.
Damn, can that woman wear a White Shirt, or what?! – Excuse me while I swoon for a minute!
I wager we’d immediately let her roam the opera stages in a variety of trouser (or not so trouser) roles with that attitude.
For a bigger sized version of the above photo, a concert report and many more stunning photos, get thee to Intermezzo’s review, whom we thank for bringing this example of A-grade whiteshirtery to our attention.
One could hardly come across a better proof of durable beauty in a day’s march. I always feel a wave of incredulity wash over me whenever I see her picture. She was breathtakingly lovely when she was young, and still retains the peerless structure that gave her looks such great distinction. I believe her daughter Charlotte Gainsbourg is also a singer, and she is quite easy on the eyes as well.
young Birkin (much like Young Deneuve) don’t catch my eye much, I have to admit, but once they hit the 40s barrier, they made me faint and continue to do so.
Same with Hardy….
Gulp.
Great sleeve rolling, wild and uninhibited, a bit like herself.
Call me old fashioned though but I do think less is more when it comes to the shirt front though…