I asked people to give me a few hours of their sleep. To come and sleep in my bed. To let themselves be looked at and photographed. To answer questions. To each participant I suggested an eight hour stay. --- I don't know him. A common friend suggested I call him up. He agrees to come on Satyrdayn April 7th, from 3 to 11p.m He arrives, drunk, at 6 p.m. He finds an empty bed, Marino Vagliano having left at the agreed time. He's exhausted. He goes to bed immediately without changing the sheets. He clamors for television; just the sound. I let him sleep. He speaks to me through the intermediary of the tape recorder. He describes his nigh, the alcohol...he says: 'Ah! It was fine believing it. I like being in this bed....I watch television. I've got no spooks, but in fact, that's all I do have....' 6:30 he falls into a leaden sleep. He uncovers himself constantly. At 11 I awaken him with a meal : ham, eggs, noodles. He declares himself 'rested'. He wants to get up. At 11:40 he crosses Andrew Granmore who takes the next shift. They recognize each other, say hi. Afterwards I accompany Jean-Yves Le Gavre to the door and thank him for coming. He says : 'It's been the first moment of peace I've had in long time.
About The Gallery
Founded in Paris in 1990 by Emmanuel Perrotin, then 21 years old, the gallery has become one of the most