Забавная история про девятнадцатилетнего Гензбура. Верится с трудом:
Elisabeth [Gainsbourg's girlfriend and future first wife] worked as secretary to the French surrealist Georges Hugnet, a friend of Salvador Dali. Dali's apartment on the Rue De L'Université was left unoccupied while the artist and his wife Gala were back at their home in Spain, and Hugnet had been given a set of keys to keep an eye on the place. Somehow Lucien [Gainsbourg's real name] and Elisabeth appropriated the keys and, on one delirious night that stayed tattooed in his memory, fucked in Dali's all-black living room -- its walls and ceiling covered in astrakhan, the curly black material used in old-fashioned coat collars -- on a pile of priceless artworks by Miro, Ernst, Picasso and their unwitting host which were scattered on the floor. Lucien left the apartment with a Gitanes clamped between his lips, a future wife of his arm, a firm idea of the ideal of home decor, a small black-and-white picture stolen from Dali's porn collection of two young girls eating each other out, and a reinforced belief that surrealism was the finest artistic movement that ever was.
(Sylvie Simmons,
Serge Gainsbourg: A Fistful of Gitanes)
Абзац крайне познавательный во всех отношениях: получается, "astrakhan" это "каракуль"?