The Éditions Louis Vuitton published under the Fashion Eye collection Jeanloup Sieff, Paris.
Jeanloup and I were neighbors . Him, rue Ampère, me 800 meters away: at the Porte d’ Asnières. AMP 13… that was his phone number, he gave it to me 50 years ago at our first meeting. The phone numbers then bore the names of your neighborhood. He adored Paris, young, he had traveled the world, less later. A country house Les Petites Dalles in Normandy that he loved but especially Paris: his studio was magical!
He had an unchanging rhythm: every morning, whatever the weather, he was going to have breakfast at the Flore! There is a wonderful passage in the book written by Patrick Remy, these phrases rediscovered of Jeanloup. His favorite terrace: the Flore. “I often come here for breakfast, around eight o’clock in the morning, when the day is still a blank page. On Saturdays I buy books at La Hune and go to the market rue de Seine. I like to have habits! ”
The decor is still there. Except La Hune, moved and closed. Sometimes unfaithful, he goes a few meters away to the Deux Magots. who cares for the lemonade, the most important when on a Paris terrace are thewomen. “The Flore being closed for holidays, I find myself on the terrace of les Deux Magots.” I live with all the women passing by, complete and brief love stories. When I see them in the distance, and when I like their silhouette, it’s immediately the beginning of our idyll. The closer they come, the more I love them. At ten meters, it’s passion, at six, painful jealousy, at four, I can not stand it anymore, it’s already the hearbreak of separation, and when they pass me, I am finally released and relaxed, I can smile calmly, they have become friends, and we can exchange the complicit wink of those who have shared many things together and who remember”. Women and Paris: of course!