Kill your idols before meeting them

Whenever I discuss it with friend, this is always a hot topic . Should we meet our Idols?

Got-tha lesson when I was a naïf student kid and brilliantly decided to talk with Koolhaas. Bad, bad choice. He surely not become an idol to me but went straight to the top 10 assholes of the modern world.

All to say that, two weeks ago, as I was walking down the streets of Brussels, looking for a gas station, I saw Grace Jones! I went to some sort of delirium hesitation. “Is it really her?”, I ask my friend Barbara. Then slowly my doubts run away … first, the fancy squared hat, then the Pucci bag and then the stunning jumpsuit with high heels. No doubts! She must be the only 60-something years old lady that still walks on 20 cms high heels! We followed her, and athought Bá wanted to say something I was too scared. We gave up the idea after 40 seconds. She has that mad face - Scarring and stunning at the same time. I would be terrified saying something like:“Hey Grace, I love your work and by the way got some cool pics from your last gig!” … like she doesn´t have already the coolest pictures in the music world. Better shut up and thank the world-coincidence-committé for that pleasant surprise.

The pictures above are from the Lovebox concert, at Victoria Park, in London. It was impossible not to shoot her every 10 seconds. I can run an exhibition about that show with all the pics I took.