This post is specifically for Kiki, because I think she gets the same sort of kick out of this as I do:
This is a picture taken by Brassaï in 1944 at the opening of Picasso's play,
Desire Caught by the Tail.
In this photo, we see, standing from left to right:
Jacques Lacan, philosopher and psychoanalyst;
Cecile Eluard, daughter of the surrealist poet Paul Eluard;
Pierre Reverdy, surrealist and cubist poet;
Luoise Leiris, wife of gallery owner Michel;
Pablo Picasso, artist and playwright;
Zanie de Campan, actress;
Valentine Hugo, artist and wife of great-grandson of Victor Hugo;
Simone de Beauvoir, author and feminist;
Brassaï, photographer;
sitting from left to right:
Jean-Paul Sartre, philosopher and author;
Albert Camus, author;
Michel Leiris, owner of famous Gallerie Luoise Leiris;
Jean Aubier, editor.
Photo thanks to
Lacan.com. The scene of scenes, if I may be so bold. This is the French intellectual set that will basically direct Paris in the fifties into the sixties. I don't know why Georges Bataille isn't in the photograph, he's my favorite one.
In another life, we all would hang out.
Does this ever happen anymore? I mean, I'm sure artists and authors all get together for social events, but it strikes me that these days everyone is too competitive to form a scene. There is no collaboration on this level. The only time names like these would all be together is for a promotional photo shoot. Not just hanging out in the salon.
Check out this other photo, shot at the same time:
Much more candid. Look, Camus is petting the dog! I want to chill at the place where the two most famous existential authors in the world are on the floor playing with a dog! Let's drink wine, talk about ressentiment
, and playing with the freaking dog!
They just don't make intellectual cliques like they used to do.
This dog was collecting tickets outside of the Agora.
These cats were in the Acropolis.
This baby goat was foraging in the hills outside of Nemea.
The famous, "kitties of Delphi", who were very interested in this man's halibut.
An Olympian lizard.
Chickens outside the hotel window. There was also a turkey, but I didn't take his picture.
Kitty and gyros- 4 euro.
A cat on Santorini on stairs
Tortoise. I also saw two makin' little tortoises, but for their privacy I did not take a picture.
This is my aunt's dog, and so not really Greek (actually, Chinese by birth) but she is certifiably cute! And, her name is Zoe, which is Greek.
