ou hear him before you see him. While would-be photographer journalists at classic yacht regattas in the Med are politely shepherded around in a sedate chase boat, James approaches with an out-board-screaming, hull-slapping scream of jubilation, one hand on the wheel, the other cradling a large Nikon. You could say he’s the lone wolf of yacht photography, but off that RIB, he laughs freely and speaks in the laid-back tongue you might expect from a surfer of old – American but with an Italian tang after just over four decades of living in and around Florence. Since his first classic regatta, the 1989 Nioulargue (now Les Voiles de Saint-Tropez), he has become a well-loved figure on the scene…
Don’t Look Now
Nov 11, 2022
4 minutes
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