Word: bardot
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...sexy; they are, after all, the costume of the harem. Nor are precedents lacking: one of Joan of Arc's first requests to the Dauphin was permission to don man's armor. Sweden's Queen Christina gloried in pants, as did Novelist George Sand. Brigitte Bardot has been stuffing herself into blue jeans for a decade; and today slacks are the starlet's uniform...
...sold 4,500,000 copies around the world and launched her not only as an author but as a peripatetic and hyperbolic prototype of the restless, anarchic youth of Europe. Although her face is triangular and her figure suggests undernourishment, French magazines played her up as if she were Bardot. She played right back, danced all night at a Paris bar called New Jimmy's, raced off in sports cars to St.-Tropez, nearly got killed in an auto accident, twice got married and divorced, made and spent a fortune. "Riches don't keep anyone from feeling unhappy...
...London to film a quickie called Two Weeks in September, Brigitte Bardot explained that the theme was "love -the greatest illusion. It is ecstatic, painful and hopeless at the same time." Well, maybe, but following her around, B.B.'s new husband and Great Love No. 3, German Playboy Gunter Sachs, hardly seemed hopeless. And he was not the sort to be upset when Brigitte added: "Of course, love has nothing to do with marriage or children or washing the dishes...
...something of a kook's tour. First there was that midnight wedding in Las Vegas with the bride in a short shrift of a shift and the groom in the sockless sports outfit he happened to have on when they jetted out of Paris. Then Brigitte Bardot, 31, and her new, third husband, Gunter Sachs, 33, roared off to Hollywood for a Mad Hatter nuptial dinner, with Danny Kaye personally whipping up his special seven-course Chinese feed for the couple. Next morning, on they zoomed to Tahiti for a get-away-from-everything idyl-only to find half...
Certainly Eduardo Chillida restrains the knotty nature of his wooden sculpture (see over page), and Antonio Saura's Brigitte Bardot is unsentimental. Says Saura, 36: "When I throw a blob of paint on my canvas, I am committing a rape. When I work I become a kind of monster." There is violence, a seething impasto in whorls of dark color, the suggestion of hot, bubbling blood. Like the peeling, crumbling walls of the Cuenca museum itself, Spain's informalists, such as Luis Feito, present a modern vision of ancient agonies bred in the scorching sun. They convey...