SERGE LUTENS / ENCENS n°34 – 2015

photo 7‘Deep down, this Rothschild, this woman wrinkled like a parchment, obviously immensely rich, skinny like a Giacometti, already correspond to my kind of beauty. She seemed to be perfection because she touched upon something inadmissible, taboo, scandalous, which reflected death. She was a definition of elegance, in a way that I was to later expose in my photographs, my make-up, by constructing images of marvellous dead women’.