At the age of 96, Henri Cartier-Bresson, one of the fathers of modern-day photography, has died in his French house. He was my hero. Most of the reasons why I take pictures today, I owe to him. His work changed my way to look at photographic images - and dare I say the way I look at the world - forever. I feel this loss like if it was a personal loss. Even more, in a way. I always hoped that one day I could meet him and talk to him. I'll never be able to. So I will have to keep talking to his photographs, the way I always did, silently, like hearing the whispers from a dear friend. There are so many masterpiece pictures of his that I love... amongst them, a portrait of Marylin Monroe which is the only one that I ever saw, that was able to get past the surface and give us a glimpse of the inside. But there is one picture of his that I love above all others. Please find it attached. For me, this picture is the best explanation that I could ever give if an alien someday asked me "what is 'art'?" Goodbye master. This world is a poorer place without you. I love you.