He sits at the entrance to the exhibition, tapered and tanned pin-up legs, starlet hat and white shirt, in front of the lens of his wife Alice Springs, on their balcony in Monaco on the 19th floor (
At home with Helmie
, headlines the seductive magazine).
A self-mockery that resists time and welcomes the visitor into this strange kingdom of frenzied eroticism and caustic humour, “Helmut Newton, Riviera” in the beautiful Villa Sauber.
His women with perfect bodies have the assurance of goddesses gazing at the human world and its little pleasures from Olympus.
They never smile.
This insolent man, who died at the age of 83 on January 23, 2004 of a heart attack, has a fall worthy of the hero of Billy Wilder in
Sunset Boulevard
.
Acid, glamorous, always full of dreams and impulses.
Newton's long relationship with Monaco was built gradually
Matthias Harder, director of the Helmut Newton Foundation
"nineteen eighty one. "I like the sun ; there are no more in Paris”, he would have declared to the Monegasque officer in charge of investigating his file. Did Newton underline with a smile that with the election of François Mitterrand…
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