Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Still ill. My nieces say: four days. They come and see me, making cooing noises, take the dogs out, and whirl away again. I adore them.
Seem to have lost the ability to type, but you know I like to give you something, so here is a little visual treat. Lartigue is one of my favourite photographers in the world. When I very first began collecting, I bought two pictures, without quite meaning to (I had wandered into The Photographers' Gallery, in those days in Great Newport Street, quite by mistake): one by Lee Miller and one by Lartigue. In those days, no one had ever heard of him and he was dirt cheap. Now he is no longer a little fishing village but a global conurbation and you must hock your diamonds to get an original. But in the meantime, feast your eyes on his lovely muse, Renée. And tomorrow I shall have retrieved my facility for bashing away at a keyboard.
Still ill. My nieces say: four days. They come and see me, making cooing noises, take the dogs out, and whirl away again. I adore them.
Seem to have lost the ability to type, but you know I like to give you something, so here is a little visual treat. Lartigue is one of my favourite photographers in the world. When I very first began collecting, I bought two pictures, without quite meaning to (I had wandered into The Photographers' Gallery, in those days in Great Newport Street, quite by mistake): one by Lee Miller and one by Lartigue. In those days, no one had ever heard of him and he was dirt cheap. Now he is no longer a little fishing village but a global conurbation and you must hock your diamonds to get an original. But in the meantime, feast your eyes on his lovely muse, Renée. And tomorrow I shall have retrieved my facility for bashing away at a keyboard.
