The Frog & The Princess

I was amazed when I first saw Grace Jones

She was the first to take radical fashion out of its

Predictable Parisian context

And bring it into the music scene

Where I had always thought it had belonged

The first night watching her at Le Mush

I already had decided to work with her

That night she was singing her hit song 'I need a man'

To a roomful of shrieking gay Bobby [Incomprehensible]

The ambiguity of her act was that she herself looked like a man

A man singing 'I need a man', to a bunch of men

I could see how the average guy

Could get a little scared by her physical appearance

It was so powerful, though she was, I think she was great

I photographed her in different positions, I cut her legs apart

Lengthened, turned her body to the audience

Soon I found myself living to the very fast rhythm of Grace Jones

We would go out dancing all night, every night

I was completely neglect my work

And intense hysterical romance developed between Grace and me

Then I ran out of money and realized I had to stop all this bullshit

And get back to work

I had this idea of using grace as the idea of a vehicle for my work

She had inspired me

On tour, we used to improvise thinking of an idea at breakfast

And working it out directly on stage

I decided deliberately to mythologize Grace Jones

Black shiny muscular people, aah, aerodynamic in design

'Twas to emphasize this belief that I painted Grace Jones blue, black

I am no longer sure what I fell in love with

Grace or how my idea of Grace should be

For the two years following the birth of our son

There was nothin' else in my life

Grace let me take her over completely

(Slave)

But then I discovered that what I was making

Was speeding too far beyond what was there

By the time our one man show reached to the U.S

I knew I'd lost her