My playmates, I've always known where to find them. Ready to use, as good as gold, they sleep in my drawers.

Drawing on wood, offered to Karmella, a little girl recently met in Cairo.

 

During the last years, to succeed in photographing my fears has been, I believe, my only ambition.

 

Attention...There is a dreaming machine inside each piece of wood found during one walk...

 

This tee for teen is my tribute to Charles Bukowski. And also to Mallory, from the movie "Welcome to The Rileys".

At the time of the photo, my next door neighbor was a Catalan poet. I lived in Ibiza. The studio overlooked the harbour of Santa Eulalia.

Ordinary Sunday in Peredelkino, the small village close to Moscow where I came to remember Lili Brik and Boris Pasternak

 

I offered this picture to a real red. His name is Volodia. Determined communist, he lives Perm. We often phone each other.

 

To take a picture of a forgotten drawing is to rediscover an old friend...

 

This summer, I just wanted to laugh a little of passing time. I lived in Vienna. I was 23. I was in love...

 

In Moscow,at my friend's Paola place, I like the mood. The paintings. And the lucky charm above my sofa bed...

 

In the Bois de Boulogne this morning, neither riders nor dogwalkers. Only the silence, the cold air and on the black waters of the Lake, three motionless swans

Troubled sleep, yesterday. A little man in black coat refused to give me back the keys of my apartment

Now...Bucharest! Reopening November 14...

 

Born in the storm, the Count of the Dead Leaf wishes you a royal love life!

 

"I believe that photography likes ordinary objects. And me, I like objects..." Josef Sudek (1896-1976)

 

In November, it is natural to have dark thoughts. Here is my answer to the autumnal mists...

It was last winter in Reykjavik. I modeled Mr Dollar while waiting for you. And...you did not come!

Heatwave in Moscow. We lived Malaya Dmitrovka. We daydreamed while drinking iced tea. Too hot to go out...

1. Draw a guy 2.Play with him in the light of the day 3.Take a picture!

Yesterday, while listening to Gyorgy Ligeti (Le Grand Macabre), I drew this funny guy. Really funny?

Death is the heart of my work. She is the link. She creates unity....