It was must have been 1981, Rue de Lorraine, in the offices of Libération. I dealt with all the photographers. I don’t remember all of them, but I do remember Michel, and very clearly. He gave me a copy of Chroniques immigrées about the world of activists. It was filled with dignity, lights, interiors, proximity. He had spent two years working with Christian Carez, his partner, with whom he had explored the world of Belgian competition.
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