When you first got to Cannes to shoot for NME, what were your first impressions of the city and the festival’s energy?
I was amazed. I’d never seen anything like it before. Thousands of people wandering around the Croisette trying to spot famous film stars. First the crowds would all rush one way, then they’d rush another. Almost like a murmuration of starlings. And when the weekend came, it seemed like all of France had turned up in Cannes. Over the years, I went to Cannes a couple of times when the Film Festival wasn’t on—once during the music festival Midem—and it just didn’t have the same fervent energy at all.
What made Cannes such a good setting for your work? You’ve called it “hugely photogenic despite the chaos”—what did you mean by that?
Wherever big crowds gather together with one intention in mind, it’s liable to be photogenic. Big outdoor rock festivals, Carnival, Pride Weekend, sporting events like the F1 Grand Prix (Monaco is only half an hour's drive from Cannes). As a photographer, I’m like a kid in a candy store at those sorts of events. Add to that, the blazing sun, the beautiful people on the beach, the expensive cars and the smell of grilled seafood coming from all the beachside cafes, and it’s quite an intoxicating mixture.
You were in Cannes from 1984 to 1996. How did the festival—and your experience of it—change over the years?
The first few times I went, I was amazed at how close one could get to the stars. If you had festival accreditation, you could just wander into the lobby of any of the big hotels and bump into a huge Hollywood star, sometimes several. Or you could see them eating on the hotel terraces or at one of the many fancy restaurants in town. If you could find out what room they were in, you could give them a call, say who you were shooting for, and sometimes they’d allow you up to photograph them. I did it a few times myself. Once, one of the English press photographers told me what room number Helena Bonham Carter was in at the Carlton. This was long before she was a big star. I called her and asked if I could come up and take some photos. She told me she didn’t have any time but she didn’t actually say “no.” And late at night, after all the beach photographers and film fans had left, one could sometimes see big stars walking, and occasionally staggering, back to their hotel rooms after a night out. I think there’s zero chance of any of that happening today. By 1996, the Hot D’Or awards had moved to Paris, and the craziness had subsided a notch or two.