On Monday, September 2, 1974, I rode the train from Thonon to Nevers, and made it to the brand new Look factory in Nevers, smack in the center of France.
I remember that I was wearing my brand new, green corduroy suit, with a matching tie. I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I didn’t feel that I was much prepared at all for the job that had been offered to me.
I can’t recall the exact details, but what I remember is that I first met with Madame Beyl, then was introduced to a bunch of key people inside the organization, like Jacques Vauthier, the accountant and Michel Lamy the export manager.
Then I was taken through a quick stroll inside the factory before I entered a large office with a bunch of desks disposed in circle, facing each others. There I met a group of young folks like me, albeit a few years older. This would become my shared office space with them.
That’s when I met Eric Chevasson and Jean-Noël Vacher both accounts executives for international sales. Sitting where they could, where a bunch of promotional agents, Joel Gros, Jacques Thomas and Philippe Sipp that worked in the United States to promote Look products and reported to Eric.I was excited to meet this lively group that blended a spirit of adventure with a tinge of cynicism and deprecating humor, particularly on the part of Jean-Noël and Eric. I’ll never forget some material adorning their desks, making fun of a venerable competitor from Switzerland or playing on words with some seat-saver cards from TWA.
They stood in stark contract with the company’s management that was quite stuffy and perfectly illustrated yesteryear’s France...
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