Yesterday, the International House of Hot Pants paused to consider style icon Brigitte Bardot. It was her birthday, after all. We ate
cheese curds from the bag goat cheese on toast points. We listened to some classic rock Bardot duets with Serge Gainbourg and drank some wine from a box French wine. All in all, it was a great day at iHHoP headquarters.
Here’s a very young Bardot in a charming photo in which she not only wears hot pants, but also appreciates the beauty of creatures with rectangular pupils. Those who have stared into the eyes of goats know what I mean.
In the process of writing this belated birthday post, our google search led us from one sexy, saucy image to another as we scanned the internet for glamorous pictures of the pouty ’60s era French starlet. We also found more current photos of her. Natch, it didn’t take more than 30 seconds for us to realize that neither her love for animals nor her fondness for hot pants can possibly trump the fact that she’s a batshit crazy racist and a homophobe. C’est la vie? Nope… not so much.
Image via this blog.