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Shigeru Miyamoto

Miyamoto is the world famous creator of Super Mario. This shoot took place in the Hotel Costes swimming pool on Rue Faubourg, Saint Honore in Paris and was a commission from Le Point Magazine. More often than not these hotels are nice, but make for boring locations for photoshoots. After scouting the hotel for some time, I decided we should shoot in the swimming pool because it had nice lighting.

Shigeru couldn’t speak a word of English, but it was just a picture piece so the words didn’t matter. I remember laughing a lot. I shot this on a big Pentax 6×7 medium format with one light at the back and asked the Le Point journalist I was with to hold the curtains together. I did have the journalist’s hand holding the curtains together in the original shot but the layout editor took it out. What a shame!

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