After a momentary blip yesterday morning, today Luba and I made it to our appointment with the one-and-only Dahmane. This man is a legend, a guru, a shining light in the photographic darkness. His two books, Porn Art 1 and Porn Art 2 , are erotic bibles, and I'm awed having my own couple of volumes up there on the shelf beside them.
The French have a reputation for coldness, at least that's what my English friends tell me, but my experience in Paris has been the reverse. With enormous hospitality, Dahmane opened his colourful and imaginative home, and it was a fantastic feeling to communicate with a person who shares an understanding and has the same respect for our work and visions. We got to see some of his new projects and I came away convinced that this…“was the beginning of,” – as Humphrey Bogart tells the police chief at the end of Casablanca . Dahmane's haunting black and white shots remind me of the movie and I'm going to have to see it again. faire l'amour