Francais  Anglais


1972 Danièle Cattand

I created the unforgettable Lundis Musicaux (Musical Mondays) at the Athénée Theater with her. [...] 
Her ear was precise, her taste flawless. She had woven a certain complicity, friendship, with some singers. She did not like prudent people, those who avoided danger. She would place herself in danger. Some knew this and loved her for it. One year to the day after her death, I asked José Van Dam to sing Wintereise at the Athénée, in memoriam. Would she have liked it, she who so loved Schubert?
Excerpts from Les jours s'en vont je demeure by Pierre Bergé

Autoportrait, Collection Harry Lunn / Self-portrait, courtesy of Harry Lunn Collection

1973 Robert Mapplethorpe

When I met Mapplethorpe, he was far from being famous and had not yet embarked on the demanding work that would make him a true artist. He made jewelry from metal wire to earn a living. He did not ear much. His sexuality, as can be guessed, was overflowing. Paris was a party city at the time and Robert knew how to party. When his first photos appeared, no one understood that it was all about chasing an obssession. 
Like Leni Riefenstahl, to whom he must be compared. She provoked scandal. And yet, the quest for the phallus, pushed to such extremes, should have been picked up by others. 
I spoke of Genet and I spoke of morals. That's what it is about. Vulgarity is often bourgeois and who found Mapplethorpe to be vulgar? 
- Excerpts from Les jours s'en vont je demeure by Pierre Bergé

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1979 Marguerite Duras

He's basically a kind of child. Alto. Tall. A white-skinned Oranais. One day he and Pierre Bergé came into the main theater of the Rond Point during a performance of Savannah Bay. We had heard nothing, neither the door, nor their steps. Suddenly they were there, two meters from us, silent. The fear of disturbing, as always. Kings. I knew barely knew them, we had spoken a couple of times, about dresses and theater, colors, fabrics, the red corduroy of one of Madeleine's dresses. Once, he talked to me about my books. [...]
A woman. She is there. And he is here. He draws. And the woman, here she is all dressed.
- Marguerite Duras.

When I produced Le Navire Night, we really got to know each other. [...]
I admired her more than any other woman writer of our century. She had no snobbery, did not dabble in the new novel like others in the manner of nouvelle cuisine, did not cry over failed love affairs while rolling her r's with a Burgundy accent. She courageously led her literary career, knowing that she would survive the vagaries of fashion and that her work would be read alongside that of the greats. 
- Excerpts from Les jours s'en vont je demeure by Pierre Bergé

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