As ‘president for life,’ it is difficult to have any objectivity on this secret society that made hundreds of boys and girls from the nice neighborhoods of Paris drunk in the 1980s. Because of this club, I carried the reputation of a rich kid, a little jerk, a daddy’s boy. Flipping through this album will show you to what extent I sought and deserved it, fascinated with glorious elders who had burned life from every angle (Alfred de Musset, Antoine Blondin, Alain Pacadis, Charles Bukowski, etc.). At twenty, I was a snob and a sex addict. Caca’s Club thus satisfied a double frustration. For that alone, I have no regrets.”— Frédéric Beigbeder

BEIGBEDER FREDERIC
10.83 x 1.61 x 14.53 in
134 pages
2015