The screening of his film The Postman Always Rings Twice is drawing near. Naturally, there is chaos in front of the movie theater, in it and behind it. After the film, a dinner in a cozy little restaurant.
I take a peep just to see who he's with. As usual, he is with the director and he's wearing the dark shades. We wait until 4am. Not a trace. I give up and go home. I will later find out that he left early in the morning, after 5 am, arm in arm with two girls, and that he stayed with them in his hotel until 11 am.
They were sniffing cocaine almost until the press conference. There I discover he didn't sleep at all - he just washed his face, sniffed some coke, combed his balding head, put on his dark shades and appeared at the conference as if he had slept all night. He leaves the press conference through the back door. This could be my chance - there's no one else around. He goes to the beach.
I wait till he gets in the water. Now he's trapped. No escape. I come closer to the water and keep firing my camera. He sees me, smiles, grimaces, poses and clowns around. l'm snapping photos and wonder who's crazy here - he, who has avoided being photographed without his dark shades for ten days, even at 3 am in a bar, and is now letting me do whatever I want, or I, who have been following him all that time. And so, I took a great series of photographs of the plump and stocky Jack.
As I greeted him at the airport twice, it was only fair to see him off, too. So I went to the Nice Airport. He waved to me on departure, but he did not remove his dark shades. No, sir!
From Jadran Lazic's book 50 Years of Photography, Vol. l, Zagreb 2021, p. 322.