Since I am quite suspicious (never under a ladder!), I always carry a good luck charm with me in my left pocket. It is a bracelet I bought in the southern Mexican city of Coyoacán while visiting Manuel Alvarez Bravo in 1999. I am not afraid of meeting the wrong people – professional gatherings are ideal for people to be on their best behavior, save for the rare Dadaist behavior –I fear bad vibes. When I stepped out of the Champs-Elysées Clemenceau metro stop, like a light at dawn, there was a bouquet of flowers strewn on the sidewalk. A sign? I looked up and saw the statue of General de Gaulle. Oh oh oh, I sighed, the flowers were placed there in his memory, as on every November 9, which was also, coincidentally, opening day for the 15th edition of Paris Photo.
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