America Ibiza, Paris always. California first and from now on forever. Normandie, Alone and you and me. Just can't stop the music, LOD and jazz worlds, first music commissions. Alone & Me again, and Portraits and Travels. Travel books everywhere, so much fun in shooting, just looking around me, I'm delighted to see.
It's a city I miss everyday and hated instantly. They call it the one of angels. It's an instant photo book made of baby-travelers around California, everything black and white under a title stolen from Tom Waits - Walk Away.It's instant home my first time in Venice. Heaven absolutely, everyday facing the sunset, alone with strangers or friends, staring at the ocean as it was the truth or the future and still feeling the joy when the storm shaked these waves. Another travel book called Elle A - L.A. is a woman. It's a Good Day spent with Matt, downtown with the Guns in the BM heading to Malibu, the LACMA, the Magic in a Castle. It's me looking forward to going back.
It's another squared daily travel book, faded this time and I called it Milk, Keaton's fault and colors in my head from a desert hoping to save lost hippies and broken believers. America is highways and California stays the light, we're rolling on that 66 always on the road and Kathy takes me to another paradise. You're never around and yet everywhere, California is you and me going crazy alone with a phone, just like you used to do. Are we condemned to become like people we love ?
It's Redford and Clint, Meryl and Oliver Stone, Michael Mann and Snowden, Fallon, Foxx, Smith. It's been my field of studies for a few years while I was trying to understand democracy, liberalism and what is commonly called the "crisis of representation". It's Rawls, Chicago, the fucking Patriot Act. It's New York when I was a kid and my grandma singing Sinatra in the Benz going really fast on what at home we call the "highway of sun". It's an endless land. A continent. A country. And fucking good memories.