Dreamt memories

It is Nice… You recognise the sky and the light – white over the sea, cobalt blue above the hills surrounding the town. And also, appearing almost by chance, like those miniature landscapes over the subject’s shoulder in an italian Renaissance painting, are the Bay of Angels, the Promenade des Anglais, the Palais de la Méditerranée, the Regina and the pink roof of the Negresco Hotel – the only recognisable landmarks of a nonetheless classic setting. As for the rest, you embark on a quest to solve the riddle of a place that defies cohesion, like reassembling the scattered pieces of a recalcitrant jigsaw puzzle.

Philippe de Vita about “Not” (Marylin) Jean-Robert Franco: download Ce_n_est_pas