Who am I?
Marc Labrèche, born in Montreal, 63 years old, son of Michelle and Gaëtan, father of Orian and Léane, grandpa of Milo, husband of Jennifer, stepfather of Mick and Béa, vasectomized Scorpio ascending Virgo and father of two neutered dogs named Henri and Jack. I really like spring, but never turn my nose up at fall.
Are we free?
In absolute terms, no. In reality, yes, as long as we do not hinder the freedom of others.
What do you remember from your education?
Five Buddhist duties. Be clean, polite, punctual, never complain and do not talk for nothing. I apply four out of five.
A thinker/philosopher/author who has been with you for a long time?
Marguerite Yourcenar, the Beatles, Shakespeare, Serge Bouchard, Gainsbourg, Robert Lepage, Gandhi, Stephen King, Daniel Bélanger, Jean Cocteau, Hermann Hesse, The Press+. But it is my wife, my children and my friends who teach me the essentials: I hear which house to enter, which room to go to, which chair to sit in and where to look.
What is tormenting your conscience?
The fear of struggling without knowing it. The fear of not listening. The fear of being too preoccupied to miss the moment of grace that the day offers me and that of suddenly and resolutely finding life boring.
PHOTO CATHERINE LEFEBVRE, ARCHIVES SPECIAL COLLABORATION
Marc Labrèche on the set of I come to you
The most surprising thing you’ve done for love?
Breed and marry. I will never regret any of the three.
An advantage of being selfish?
Remember that the first duty in doing good is to make oneself happy.
A quality you will never have?
The selfishness of reminding me that the first duty to do good is to make oneself happy.
Your demon?
I don’t know his name, but he sometimes visits me in dreams. He’s a bearded giant who stands in front of me and looks at me, threatening and silent. I know he’s there to beat me up, but he never does. My therapist tells me I need to keep in touch with him because one day, maybe, he’ll save my life.
A perfect place to dream, to create?
When traveling, often. When my habits are shaken up, when I discover unexpected things or hear a language I don’t know, my imagination is then so stimulated that I imagine that I have become, in spite of myself, my better self. Then I have to come back home.
A beautiful death, in your opinion?
What fucking are we talking about?
Complete the sentence: If God exists…
…I walk towards him with a sure step, with my most beautiful smile, I hold out my hand and say: “Hello Madam or Mr. God. Nice to meet you. I was told that you have existed since eternity and were present everywhere at the same time, is that true? How come we have never met?”