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February 23, 2008,
Less than a minute into Carla Bruni's second album, you're just like the French president: hopelessly seduced. The former supermodel has the gossamer alto of so many other singing beauties—Bridgette Bardot, Marianne Faithfull, Francoise Hardy. But Bruni's source material isn't her own elegant malaise. It's 11 of the world's most celebrated English-language poems, set to her own simple, seaside folk. "Come let me sing into your ear/Those dancing days are gone," she lilts on the harmonica-laden opener, lyrics courtesy of William Butler Yeats. It's an achievement just to fit the heady verbiage into a verse-chorus structure. But to do it in a way that seems as natural as the paparazzi at her back is a show of artistic prowess. As mature as it is playful, this album is pure pleasure. —Kerri Mason
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nonenoneFeb. 19CARLA BRUNINo PromisesLouis BertignacDowntown51Features
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