I just kept saying her name, just like when I was 13 and she was on my wall ‘Françoise Hardy, Françoise Hardy’.
It’s just such a sexy name.
Françoise is a charming cliché. Her flat is painted black. The furniture is black, the dishes and forks and stereo are black, the carpets are black. Françoise sits on her bed dressed entirely in black. We always talk in her bedroom. This is partly because her ridiculous black leather-clad, black sunglassed, black cheroot-smoking husband [in a French way] Jaques never goes in there.
Recording Françoise is great because when she starts singing it’s THAT voice and you go all soft and fuzzy.