Suddenly, it seemed, Michel Polnareff's bare backside was staring at all of Paris. Or, rather, all of Paris was staring at it. The sight was scarcely avoidable. It appeared on 6,000 posters that the pop singer-composer had had plastered across the city's walls to promote his "Polnarevolution" show at the Olympia music hall. The posters showed the 28-year-old chéri of the Paris entertainment world in sunglasses, a woman's floppy hat, and a lacy shirt raised undemurely to reveal his derrière.
Half of Paris looked and laughed; the other half sputtered with indignation....
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