THE DUSK OF RATS
No fucking boats,
no fucking butts.
They're making out there on the boat.
In my opinion...
When you lose a boat,
a big or small one...
You come here, you see them coming...
You see them stopping
in Pampelonne or going to l'Escalet.
That's funny.
How's it going?
I'm in our tracks, buddy!
Guess Where I'm going!
To l'Escalet!
Naked butts, yes.
Funny.
I got an order for Gala,
boats and stuff like that...
It's fine if I'm alone, out of the mob
with 30 stressed-out guys
climbing on each other's face.
I'm doing my thing, relaxed.
Better to get a guaranteed 400 €
than going crazy in the mayhem out there.
I'm slowly getting there.
I took pictures for Elisabeth.
Ma'am Simone... What a lady!
She asked for how long I've been
coming to Saint-Tropez
I said my mom found pictures of me
and my sister in '63 on the marina.
So we've been coming here since '63,
it changed and also didn't change.
So she says "In 1963, I had
Jean-Paul and Simone in my hotel."
Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir!
"I also had Mick and Bianca..."
Mick Jagger, the Stones... incredible.
She gave me a nice book.
She told me that in the 50 years
she's had her picture taken
it's the first time someone
thought of that one!
From the small beach of La Ponche,
leaning on her balcony.
I got down on the beach, and zooming
from there, you see her hotel behind
Hôtel de la Ponche, four stars...
She says "50 years,
and no one ever had the idea!"
Well now it's done.
She was happy.
And if she wasn't 75 years old...
I would have made a move.
No fucking boats, no fucking butts...
Fuck this!
32°C.
Very hot. Very very hot.
The photographers are all there,
but the clients are not.
Not many people, everybody's angry,
bars, restaurants... it's not going good.
They can't keep on screwing everyone
with 3 euro coffees forever.
Garcia told me about this new place...
most expensive sunbeds on the beach.
He goes there to check something...
He takes a coffee and a Perrier.
Guess the price.
Yes. Exactly.
Twenty euros.
How can you even drink the thing!
You take it home...
you drink it for several days.
Madness.
It's beautiful up here.
I'm near the Camarat Lighthouse.
Wild countryside. I came for the bay of
Pampelonne with the boats, for Gala.
It was a friend I worked with during
the summer. A long, long time ago.
You mean the people we
are taking pictures of?
It's a circuit, for everyone.
They are forced to be here.
Trendy places...
Beaches that always worked out...
Club 55 is actually a beautiful beach.
The personnel is pampering everyone.
All of this is of course fucking expensive.
They're here to expose their cash.
And publicly display their
good financial and moral health.
The VIP club, where the young ones
show their girlfriend's butt and high heels.
And breaking 1000 euro champagne bottles.
Saint-Tropez...
Everyone knows that...
it's a place to show off.
It's not a place for holidays.
I said it hundreds of times.
Suckers asking us
"Leave them alone, they're on holiday"...
You do not come in Saint-Tropez
to have a relaxing holiday.
You go to Greece, to Corsica...
You go to Sardinia.
You don't come here
to be left alone and hide.
Victoria Silvstedt, everyday
on the dock of the Club 55
changing her swimsuit 3 times a day,
showing off for us.
She's not here to be left alone and hidden.
Why always Saint-Tropez?
It feeds on itself. First it was the
painters in the end of the 19th century,
then it was the intellectuals,
Françoise Sagan,
it was Sartre, Beauvoir,
then Brigitte Bardot.
There's always something
happening here.
There are low seasons,
with a little fewer people.
But it will never stop.
It's like that. It's a myth.
Besides, there is a real exchange
between billionaires and campers.
I'm not saying campers in a pejorative way,
not more than billionaires.
Billionaires need to show off
and have fun on their boats to exist.
They need the gaze of campers.
They make the campers dream.
Campers go watch the boats go
in and out the marina, day and night.
Watch the hot chicks on the docks...
And that's no problem.
Everything works well together.
It's a small, reconstructing world.
Everybody needs everybody.
That's the idea of Saint-Tropez.
- You also got some gear there!
- Yes.
Not for the same fish though...
It's a kind of reward for going
round and round all day in Saint-Tropez.
Good work or not, if you end up
your tour here...
you can relax and go for a dip,
it's paradise here.
Today we don't deserve it.
One of the beautiful places on the coast.
