Pierre was a seducer. He went out with some of the most beautiful women of the 1960s and ‘80s. When you mentioned his success with women, his reply was evasive: “I prefer women to photography, and I’m always available to seduce them: a Chinese soup at 11 o’clock at the Carnegie Deli, an exhibition in SoHo on Saturday morning, a concert in the Village at any old time. I’m there, ready. The others aren’t.”
Manhattan opened up its arms to us! In the 1970s, few French people were traveling. Pierre shared with us his ideas, his knowledge of photography, his advice, his joie de vivre. Pierre lived at full-speed and died while running, but he’s still with us. – Viviane Fauny
“I am so happy that his photos are out of the dark boxes, and into the light where his talent can be appreciated, and a beautiful man remembered. Now we will all be able to see the world he saw through his sharp, discerning, creative, artistic eye. And he will live on in his work.” – Christie Brinkley
Pierre and I met when I was fresh out of the woods, I had grown up in a quiet sheltered home, not very curious or educated in the arts and skills of life. I moved to Paris and shortly after met this man who was 18 years older than me, and luckily interested in me, hence he became my mentor, my lover, my friend and my guru…he showed me everything he opened my eyes to new possibilities and a thing called living, he was hard on me at times, he scared me, he made me laugh, he made me cry. I loved him and was in awe of him at the same time, he was my everything and if he hadn’t been in my life, I would be a different person today and for that I am forever grateful, not only did Pierre teach me in life but he taught me in death too, he opened up doors of emotions I would never have experience had he not died, in retrospect I am honoured to have had this truly amazingly talented man come into my life, and allowed me to learn and experience things that I would never had found on my own, he showed me a life that I live by today and will always carry within me Pierre, Pierre, Pierre… – Josie Borain
I can’t imagine Pierre anywhere but in New York. His mocking curiosity made it into a constant discovery. And he liked to share it with an irresistible irreverence that’s still fresh in my memory. I was there a month ago, and in some ways he’s still there, near Carnegie. – Laura Ocampo
