By Rosamond Bernier
Rosamond Bernier has lived an strangely complete life―remarkable for its vividness and variety of experience―and she has identified many (one is tempted to assert all) of the best artists and composers of the 20th century.
In Some of My Lives, Bernier has made one of those literary scrapbook from a rare array of writings, starting from diary entries to her many contributions to the paintings magazine L'OEIL, which she cofounded in 1955. the result's a multifaceted self-portrait of a existence educated and surrounded by means of the arts.
Through the tales of her encounters with a few of the 20th century's nice artists and composers―including Pablo Picasso, Leonard Bernstein, Max Ernst, Aaron Copeland, Malcolm Lowry, and Karl Lagerfeld―we come to appreciate the sheer richness of Bernier's studies, interactions, and thoughts. the result's pithy, hilarious, and wise―a richly profitable chronicle of many lives absolutely lived.
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That boy isn't going to stick here,” he stated, and took the newborn domestic and gave him the relatives identify. He and his spouse have been good into heart age, with out baby at domestic. John grew up believing that his grandparents have been his parents. They raised him with all attainable kindness yet in isolation, to conceal the “shame” of the kin. John’s grandfather owned a string of wealthy pubs. The kinfolk was once with ease off, yet not anyone ever learn a ebook, or went to a live performance, or listened to track on what used to be then the instant.
I stated how a lot I cherished the heritage of the numerous drawings within the exhibition: the crumpled paper, the peculiar notations now not from his hand, the unusual surfaces. “I choose up anything,” he acknowledged. “If I see a paper left at the floor that claims whatever to me, I decide it up. Now, while i am going again to Spain, there'll be programs to open. usually i'm going to preserve the wrapping to exploit for drawings. occasionally my spouse, Pilar, comes again from the marketplace with nutrition wrapped in paper with stains—I take it for drawing. She is disenchanted by way of this, yet i will discover a use for it.
There have been really good humans and, as regularly at such occasions, doubtful humans escaping obligations or the legislation (or both). I did a stint at a canteen reaping rewards the pink go. I the red-haired mistress of the ex-king Carol II of Romania, Magda Lupescu. She warned me, “Always ensure that you do weigh the sugar ahead of you permit. ” It took a Romanian to consider that one. via this time Diego and Frida had left the double-cube condominium. domestic was once now the Casa Azul in Coyoacán—at least for Frida. This condo used to be outfitted by means of her father; she used to be born there in 1907, even supposing she constantly fudged on her start date and pretended she used to be born in 1910, the 12 months of the Mexican Revolution.
At that time we couldn’t have the funds for four-color for the canopy, so it used to be opposed to a flat blue heritage. Léger, a pillar of the Paris tuition, didn’t want press insurance from a fledgling paintings evaluate. yet he threw himself with attribute enthusiasm into this new enterprise. He to come back into city for the day of the magazine’s preliminary visual appeal. He got here by way of my small workplace. “I’ve been to 11 newsstands and requested for L’ŒIL,” he advised me. “None of them had it. Get it, I instructed them, I’ll be again. ” Then this staunch Communist instructed me, “I’m growing call for!
He had had a mansion in Biarritz, which he defined as thoroughly refurbished and stocked with over thousand books and a whole contingent of servants. “I learned I hadn’t visited where in years, so I offered it. ” there have been passing references, frequently punctuated with “Hmm? ” to his paintings Deco assortment that had supplied an condominium close to Saint-Sulpice. “It appeared an excessive amount of of a suite. ” All long past now. And there has been a Wiener Werkstätte ensemble, a high-tech house, and a gaggle of father paintings artists.