My stock of paintings made a stop in Paris between the summer expo in Noirmoutier and the autumn exhibition in Paris. Perfect opportunity to take part in a nice contemporary art fair in le Marais. The Halle des Blancs Manteaux: the former Parisian market of 1820 makes the ideal cocoon to house a selection of 70 artists.
This weekend did not really have the prefect start: the car borrowed from a friend with my 20 canvases inside disappeared in 10′. The time to drink a glass of water and close the door of the apartment. That was 2h before the fair opening!!! Car had been towed away. It was recovered, with all canvases in it. and here we are good last on the starting line to install the stand. With enough time though before the opening for an intimate face-to-face between my dear cousin who was there to help me and her beloved grand mother portrait she was seeing for the first time. Three lovely days followed, filled with great connections and friends gatherings. A real pleasure to meet that many Italians, Americans, 
Londoners, Saudis within the crowd of Parisian amateurs… And as always in these salons, some unique encounters. Like the passage of this Lebanese collector: love at first sight with one of my paintings… which was unfortunately already sold. “Drinks are on me!” she said to recover from her disappointment. And that was champagne for all the visitors of my booth :). There are moments like that.
Early days of September . My sailboat seems to guess the coming wintering. Last day of sailing . It better be good , it’s hard enough like that. Be entertaining , sporty , frank breeze. Or relaxing , charming , calm sea. There was the beautiful . True holiday gift . Light haze of those great sunny days that stretches through morning .
Good friends on the beach. This is the day when I shot those pictures that would inspire “
“Since I was a child, I have a kind of disease: all the things that amaze me go away without my memory keeping enough of them “(JH Lartigue). Most of those “things” were moments. I believe I have the same disease. That is probably why I love 
Fortune favors the prepared mind: In 1962, he had 100,000 shots behind him but he still thought he was a painter. During a stopover in NYC, a meeting is organized by a 
friend with John Szarkowski, young new curator of the photography department at MoMA. Love at first sight. In 1963, at the age of 69, he exhibits for the first time as a photographer… at the MoMA!!! In November of the same year, Life magazine features a 10-page article in the same issue that reveals the JFK assassination in Dallas. He had met young Senator Kennedy 10 years ago with friends in Antibes. This Life issue spreads across the planet and builds his worldwide reputation.
At the bottom of the cliff. Sheltered from the crowd. Yet, a twenty meter swim is enough to reach this island. Perfect diving spot, the pebble is named Agios Nikolaos ( Saint Nicolas ). Make sense: there is a little white chapel on the rock, looking South towards the center of the Caldera. Resting there is a gift. Above your already tanned left shoulder, 100 meters of red cliffs with the village of Oia at the top, waiting to watch your dive. Under your feet, a crystal clear water, 400 meters deep!
You have to deserve this island. La Gomera: a small pebble in the south of the Canaries. A cone which stops the clouds on its tip and maintains a 
Those summer mornings… when the ocean is glassy, the sun hot and the tide high… Wind vanished. Schedules too. The rule of the family lunch tacitly gives in. Nothing can quite resist these weather conditions. Kids scatter on the beach, looking for their impromptu fun of the day. Like affording oneself a feast of swimming for example.
Go from one cove to another. From one bath to another. Dive from the Estacade, then from the rocks at l’Anse rouge, then from the pier at Les Souzeaux. Get back into the Bois de la Chaize, west side. Then finally turn right. The extent of La Clère appears in a wide panorama at the end of a canyon of holm oaks. The towel begins to be a bit wet by now. Can’t wait to find the hot sand again in a few feet. And to recognize this familiar landmark slightly to the right: the rock of the Cob.
Here it is! Paradise beach. That’s how they named it. OK, I know every nice island has its own… But here it’s different: we are in Amorgos. Dead end of a rocky mountain path. Sunset right ahead. Transparency was waiting for us. The sun too. Cliffs are of an intense ochre, water of a unique sinople green. By the end of the day, you can fly over the sun and feel actually pretty close to paradise.
This place is blessed by the Gods. Close to the amazing Monastery of 
