Picasso by Jacques Lassaigne.
Editions Aimery Somogy, Paris, 1949.
ARS Mundi.
Directeur Technique: Max Petitjean (M.A.P.).
Printed in France.
Originally purchased in Foyles, Charing Cross Road, London.
Even though this book is knackered, I have been unable to take a needle to it for twenty years.
Both books, and Pablo, are sacrosanct.
I have loved Picasso’s work for as long as I can remember. Like, goosebumps loved. But lately, I have become increasingly angry at this male artist genius thing.
That, and Picasso was forty-five when he started the relationship with seventeen-year-old Marie-Thérèse.
Also, listening to this song provoked my act of insignificant anarchy, somewhat. Scroll down for lyrics, by Jonathan Richman.
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the colour
Of the avocado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright
Well he was only 5’3″
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not obnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called…
Alison Sye 