Joyeux Noël

In France, while I still have the say-so, we do not like the Noël so much. We think maybe Jesus is not too good. So we will make it go away. We call Décembre “Frigidaire,” you know? Like your icebox. We call Virgin Mary “Sophia, the Goddess of Wisdom.” We let Le Père Noël keep [...]

Lester Miserables

Mon amis, bienvenue once again. Allow me to introduce you to my very good colleague, Monsieur Victor Hugo the Bust. Hallo, Victor Hugo!
He is such a good music writer of the famous song play, Lester Miserables. But look, he is a bit miserable himself, no? I think I know why: He is sad about Jean [...]

Chant Sous la Pluie

So many foolish people they stand up in the tour bus and I must shout to them, “Asseyez-vous!” It is so when silly silly people say to me, “M. Just, for what do you say the painting of M. Caillebotte is called ‘Chant Sous la Pluie?’ You are so false, so false! And look: that [...]

We Go to Hell with John-Jack

Very naughty people they say to me, “M. Just, why do you pretend as though Jean-Jacques Rousseau is your good friend, eh? Why do you do? Rousseau, he is not your friend. Non! Nor does he go to hell! You are so filled with mistakes! We do not like you! We call you stupid names, [...]

The Little Black Coco

What can this be? A new Coco? After Irma la Douce has so very well played her so definitave? Saint-Just tells you it is true! He has heard it for himself!
But is it so bad a thing? Two Cocos? And one so very young! She is Audrey Tautou, who plays the girl is very many [...]

Saint-Just Hops to le Cinéma

The couture of France she would be nothing at all — nothing! –  without all the good dresses you see from Coco! Mme Coco she is the first to make a dress go just so, and also the quaint hat!
All France is so full of thanks and love for Mme Coco, so we make a [...]

Saint-Just et Voltaire vont au Château Blanc

Once again I would like so much to thank M. Rousseau for all the insight he has for Americaine politicks. Enough deep thinking, eh? Now we are back to good fun.
May I introduce my dear friend François-Marie Arouet. But he become so very angry when you call him with his girl names, so he likes [...]

Jean-Jacques Rousseau the Bust