WE LOVE FRANCE
I remember Luka Sabbat, chilling on his bed in Val d’isère, explaining to me why Chloé Sevigny is the sexiest woman on earth. I remember
Simon Liberati, with his pilot sunglasses, taking blurred pictures of me in the backroom of a café in Saint Germain des Près. I remember Bertrand Burgalat, about to go on stage in Rennes, begging me not to touch a comma of his text whithout noticing him. I remember Jeanne Damas on a terrace telling me about her lovestory with Simon Jacquemus when she was thirteen and how she had invited him to sleep over without her mother being aware of it. I remember Frédéric Beigbeder gobbling black truffles at Apicius restaurant while talking about his new personal trainer on the Côte Basque. I remember cathedrals and golden wines, moon-shaped beaches and sleeping landscapes gilded by the moon. I remember all these people and places who fill the pages of this issue and I know for sure France is a land blessed by the gods…