Did Alan Aldridge’s 1969 illustration for The Beatles’ “Day Tripper” inspire the Rolling Stones’ logo (1971)?








The new Brigitte Bardot gallery.
First up, BB in Rome in 1967. Photo by Jean-Claude Sauer.
BB photographed by Edward Quinn on the set of Et Dieu… créa la femme (AND GOD CREATED WOMAN) in 1956. The film was shot on location in Saint-Tropez and at the Studios de la Victorine in Nice, which is where this photo was taken.
A previously unpublished photo of BB’s session with Mark Shaw in 1956 (I’ve featured that session HERE).
BB advertizing the Graziella in 1966, a compact and foldable Italian bicycle launched two years before. Like the previous image, this one is a little hazy, but it hasn’t been published before.
Brigitte Bardot photographed by Bill Ray during the making of SHALAKO (1968) in Spain. I often wonder what drove her to do westerns like SHALAKO and FRENCHIE KING. Not that SHALAKO is a bad movie per se, but it’s so run-of-the-mill, so uninteresting. BB kind of squandered her potential from the mid-60s on I feel—or not squandered, but rather watched it drift, bored with cinema as she had become.
Photographed by Terry O’Neill in 1968.
A scene from Et Dieu… créa la femme (1956), BB’s breakthrough film.
A young Brigitte Bardot sculpting a sand profile at the Venice Film Festival in 1953.
Working on her make-up on the set of Une Parisienne (1957). In nearly every film she wore her own clothes and did her own make-up.
At Coco Beach in Nice in 1955. (The seafood restaurant was destroyed by a fire in 2017.)
And BB photographed by Jerome Brierre in Búzios, Brazil, in 1964.
As you might know, I ran a BB Instagram account for a few months. But I closed it down as an act of protest when a photo of a topless BB was censored, when elsewhere on Instagram acts of cruelty of violence are allowed. I can’t stay there in good conscience anymore. Other factors played a role in my decision to quit, but that, the hypocritical Victorian censorship, was the big one. And anyway I don’t like branching out I’ve discovered. I consider Tumblr my Internet home of sorts, and it’s fine like that, I don’t really feel the need to be everywhere with my crap.



















































