Frédéric Lajoux: “If you want to live your dreams, start by dreaming”

Hello Fred. Superb your Porsche 911 with its immaculate white color!

It's a type 993 that I found about ten years ago... or it's actually she who found me. I was looking for a 4S of the same generation when, between two meetings in Paris, I came across an ad in a magazine dedicated to Porsches. There was this 4S in a slightly purple blue that was exactly what I wanted. I called the guy. It was unfortunately sold, but he encouraged me to stop by his place, because he had something I might like: a Carrera 2! I had some time to kill, so I stopped by. When I saw it, all white, with zero options, I was struck by its purity, its clean lines. Love at first sight! I blew up a savings plan, much to the dismay of my broker who told me it was stupidity. I paid 38 euros for it and it is now worth double that. It fills me with happiness, and what's more, it brings me income. (Laughs)

We feel passionate about you. When were your first automotive memories?

Pile Ferrari, in 1966! I'm four years old, and I have trouble touching the pedals. (Laughs) More seriously, motorsport entered my life at the end of the 1960s. At the time, the Monaco circuit did not have a box and the Formula 1 were distributed in the city's garages. In my street, there was the Nicolotti garage which housed the stable McLaren. In 1972, a friend of my mother who worked at the Métropole hotel invited us to watch the Gran