As my projects involve extensive travel, I often end up dinning alone by myself at hotel restaurants. One of those evenings, while dinning alone in Buenos Aires, I decided to draw to entertain myself. The restaurant staff talk to their customers in French, so maybe this is the reason why I chose Jean Cocteu as my first subject. I had always been intrigued by his nose and his extremely large hands. It took me a lot of time, and a couple of extra wine glasses, to get them right. "Oh, my dear Jean" said the elderly man sitting at the table behind me. His name was René. Now in his nineties, he was once the interior designer of choice of the Argentinean upper-class. René told me how he met Jean Cocteau during a trip to Cannes. He was a marvellous raconteur. The dinner carried on well beyond closing time. As he told me stories about his encounters with some of the most important names in the 20th Century art world, I would quickly sketch the characters. He had a prodigious memory from where he would pull anecdotes like rabbits from a hat. And even though some of the encounters would present temporal incongruences, or were hard to swallow, I chose to remain silent, as I would rather believe all of the bizarre and alluring stories were true. The next day I woke up with a hangover, a blurred memory, a dry mouth and the drawings M´m presenting you with. Maybe René made up the stories, or maybe I did. In any case, I hope you also choose to believe it´s all true.