In the past few weeks, we have discovered (in John Gerarde’s 1598 book The Herball) a true contemporary portrait of William Shakespeare….Apparently!
An excellent new book of poems, by a promising newcomer, called Waiting for the Past…This promising newcomer is, perhaps, unlikely to win any awards, but he is full of promise nevertheless.
Les femmes d’Alger (Version O) (1955), one of Picasso’s ugliest, ickiest, run-of-the-Matisse grotesques, sells for $US179m, proving again that money can’t buy brains. And one of Pablo’s intrinsically worthless and ugly series of ceramic tiles was expected earlier this year by Christie’s London to fetch up to £50,000. O Tempora, O Mores.
Whilst we don’t think a hell of a lot of Renoir either (spare us his rowers!), the work below (Confidences) seems apt: