Françoise Hardy

A soft voice drifting through unfamiliar rooms — In Anglais feels like a quiet letter written in a borrowed language, intimate and slightly distant all at once. Hardy moves with delicate restraint, melodies floating like pale morning light through sheer curtains, carrying a gentle melancholy that never asks for attention. There’s a subtle magic here — reflective, tender, and quietly cinematic — the sound of thoughts unfolding in the spaces between words.