I met Laurence Sackman in 1977; I had just created the modeling agency “FAM”; Louise Despointes and Steve Hiett had told me a lot about him before Laurence even arrived in Paris, telling me how they found him exceptional. I will never forget the evening when, invited by Rémi, his wife, his muse, his creative shadow behind the first photos of Laurence, I got to know him. He stood back in a room in their apartment on rue Greneta, thin as a blade, wearing a “Stetson”, quite silent. In this intense silence, in his keen eyes of intelligence, I felt...
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