He was one of the most vehement ludions of this young French photography which was created in the middle of the Seventies, an amazing publisher and a very great seducer! The Rencontres Internationales de la Photographie in Arles was a sort of unavoidable pilgrimage, a Cannes Film Festival without starlets and stars. We never got bored at night in the Place du Forum drinking pastis and beers under the statue of good Frederic Mistral who never said a word, but like all festival-goers looked at the photos, which were projected on a white canvas screen. But when hordes of...
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