Bryan Ferry knows one fundamental truth: everything in life is more beautiful when it’s on the banks of the Seine. Ferry grew up in a small mining town in the north of England, where his father cared for pit ponies. Which put young Bryan as far from the sophistication of Paris cafes as a kid growing up in Appalachia. So, although he jetted his way to the top of the class pyramid without leaving a trace of Northern yokel about himself, there’s always a touch of the outsider’s wistfulness about him. The fascination with luxury and glamour, the slight sense of irony in the way he occupies those spaces. It takes an outsider to understand that even the bad times are a savory delight when you’re having them someplace nice.