« Dear friends, Your last letter is a precious comfort. Photography is in very bad hands. Unless I'm not a photographer at all. Jacques Cocteau told me to find another name for my "photographs"! I look forward to seeing you in September so we can finally speak the same language! Best regards, Lucien Clergue – PS: Our summers are tragically similar: my father died the day before I was to film my show. Please accept my sincere condolences.