The art of Thierry Arnault. Paris c1981

There are few photographs of my years in Paris. The camera I had back then was minimal, film expensive to process and anyway, postcards did a far better job that I could ever do. It doesn’t matter. Back then it was all about art. Not mine, of course… It would be twenty years before I picked up brush and courage and laid them on a canvas. No, it was all about the Place du Tertre.

I haven’t been back for a very long time… over a quarter of a century has passed and I cannot say how much has changed there, and how much remains the same. But there are things that remain fresh in our memories; bright and sparkling.

For me, Paris was a time of intense emotion, friendships so deep they stripped away illusion and, until the last couple of years…