Last Friday, there was this email: “Hello, I once had the opportunity to meet Lucien Chauffard and I noticed that there was little trace of his photos or his importance in the life and work of Robert Doisneau. I’m trying to fix that. There has just been an exhibition in my village where I tried to trace its importance.” Of course, you answer immediately. And absolute happiness, this happened. Thank you, madame. Jean-Jacques Naudet If I say to you: Robert Doisneau, your eye will immediately light up and the images will follow one another, but if I mention Lucien Chauffard … and yet it was the same opinion of the girls of Robert Doisneau, a red thread in their father’s career. To introduce you Lucien, I have to make a little jump in the past. When, at the beginning of the 80’s, I arrived at the pink villa, near Chalon sur Saone, at the edge of the saone, Lucien was introduced to me; the great uncle of my future husband had been, I was told, a great photographer, he...
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