Leaving Madeleine - Part 12
My pie was blueberry. Brigitte had apple crumble à la mode. I don't remember what Patrick ate, though I am pretty sure it was cake. We talked about actors and actresses. About Ethan Hawke. About Sydney Lumet. About movies. Two hours flew by without a lull in the conversation. Brigitte had an impressive knowledge of film, rivaling my own. I admired her fondness of the Coen brothers and forgave her for worshiping David Lynch. My past as an actor and director impressed her and she made me promise to show her some of my work. When the conversation turned to music we found our tastes to be equally eclectic, crossing paths in the middle with Nina Simone and Serge Gainsbourg and dividing somewhere on the outer spectrum with underground hip hop for me and what can perhaps best be described as experimental trip hop for her. Her ethnicity was a mix of Chinese on her father's side and Cambodian and East Indian on her mother's side. Her parents had moved to Hong Kong just before the Kh...