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Let's start from the beginning.

I had known for more than fifteen years a photographer from America who had settled in Paris out of rejection and weariness of American society. I had met her at the very beginning of the 2000s in the halls of the Carrousel du Louvre, during the screening of a few films that I had made about great contemporary photographers. A beautiful-looking, aerial woman wearing a cape and a scarf, cameras slung over her shoulder. More like a Russian princess from another era than an exile from Massachusetts. Smiling and radiant.


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