There’s an undeniable aura of exclusivity surrounding the tiny isle of Saint Barthélemy. It’s in the emerald-blue harbour teeming with yachts, and in the distinctively French flair that pervades the island’s way of life.
Brooklyn artist Luis Gispert once faced a truck full of gun-toting meth dealers in Apple Valley, California. “I’m waiting for the sun to hit when a pickup truck pulls up,” recalls Gispert from his Brooklyn studio. Attracted by a picturesque sunset, Gispert had parked his car and walked over to what looked like a row of abandoned houses.