Dress as if the curfew doesn't apply to you
The oversized jacket, the dangling chain, the quiff combed to absurd heights — each garment a quiet manifesto against conformity.
Play the record they tried to ban
American swing pressed into shellac, smuggled past censors, spun at basement gatherings in the Latin Quarter until dawn.
Gather where they say you shouldn't
Cafe Pam Pam, Le Colisee, the Latin Quarter — every table occupied by dissidents in drainpipe trousers and wide lapels.
Turn their outrage into your uniform
Vichy denounces the Zazou; the Zazou adds another inch to his lapels and orders another espresso at the Pam Pam.