I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really think thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be a story here. I got a call from an old friend, John Ficarra, one of the editors of MAD Magazine who said one their artists had just come out with a book. As a courtesy to John, but certain thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be no story, I went to Le Select to meet Rick. He was engaging and I liked his work A LOT so I started shooting but still not convinced thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be a story.
Two things changed my opinion. At the cafÃƒÂ© I was only seeing RickÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s notebook, some sketches. I finally went to his studio and saw the mounted works Ã¢â‚¬â€œ they were absolutely stunning. The other thing was I remembered having shot Bernard who owns the cafÃƒÂ© I frequent. HereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s another example of taking advantage of tape being cheap Ã¢â‚¬â€œ I was at the bar talking to Bernard about cafes when he pulled out the list he keeps in the cash drawer — now that happened easily two years before I ever met Rick. Again Ã¢â‚¬â€œ it was dumb luck Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but so was the fact that for some reason IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d saved a copy of Le Parisien with the headline about cafes changing. I must have done something commendable in a past life that so many fortunate things fall in my lap but with those two outside elements AND the fact that Rick and his co-author, Noel Riley Fitch, actually mention the waning French cafÃƒÂ© Ã¢â‚¬â€œ VOILA!!! ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a story.
Just for the hell of it Ã¢â‚¬â€œ can you find the three acts?