As a teenager, I spent much of my time hiding in majestic, beautiful, sometimes abandoned libraries in grand old buildings. I pottered around Paris and London, uncovering hidden treasures in weird bookstalls on the banks of the Seine and hunting down dusty antique shops only my dad knew of.
My father, Pierre Le-Tan, first came to New York in July 1968. Though still a teenager, he had sold drawings to The New Yorker that would eventually appear on the magazine’s cover. He spent his days discovering classic Midtown and Uptown addresses like Ursus, Argosy, and Swann, and still today fondly recalls the legendary Gotham Book Mart in the Diamond District—the same place where he held his first New York exhibition, in 1977.