It was
4:00 am in the morning, at a club in Hollywood, when I asked Claude if
he had ever considered being photographed. He looked me straight in the
eyes and answered, "are you kidding". No, I was not, and three weeks later,
in July 2000, after having a hard time persuading him that he is a cute
handsome guy, he gave up and let me photograph him. We drove to
Manhattan beach (Los Angeles County, California), and stopped for a while
at one of the nicer residential areas in West Los Angeles, with many trees
and shadows. Although bright and sunny that day, it was surprisingly cold,
and you can tell that he was really freezing.
Claude is from
French-Polynesia and was vacationing in L.A. for a few months. His native
language is French, but when I tried to speak French to him, I noticed
that my three years of French were almost gone - especially now that I
am forced to speak English all day.
Now he is back
in French-Polynesia, this piece of beauty. I miss him a lot, we met many
times and discovered that we have a lot in common. Au revoir Claude!
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