Not included: Lautrec’s scorching case of sphyilis, and Pollock’s mangled car from his drunk-driving accident that killed him in 1956.
Is it just me, or is Labor Day all about staying in bed? I mean, I’ve seen about a hundred mattress ads this weekend. Give it a rest, Sleepy’s! If I’m watching Lifetime’s “Grey’s” marathon, I’m obviously already in bed. Your product placement is ALL OFF.
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Two Girls in Bed, oil on cardboard, Paris, Musee d’Orsay, 1893.
Maxime Dethomas was one of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec‘s besties. He was a real introvert, though, and was known to blush when he needed to speak up.
He was also a very prominent costume and scene designer. This illustration was for “Les Abeilles” (“Ballet of the Bees”) in 1917. Like I even NEEDED the translation, as I can clearly see the honeycomb pattern in this rad Art Deco piece.
Today, we celebrate Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. A man who stood at the lofty four-six, Lautrec spent many a-night at the Moulin Rouge and other Parisian nightclubs. Lautrec’s parents were first cousins (gross), and many of his health problems were attributed to inbreeding (double gross). He drank like a maniac; even his cane came well-equipped with liquor storage. He ended up dying in an insane asylum with syphilis.
My favorite part about this painting of Marcelle Lender is that Lautrec LOVED redheads (smart man, I say). Like, was obsessed. I’m talking, this chick was in an short-running opera (too soon?), and he attended twenty times. Twen-tee. When he wanted her to have the painting, she basically called him a creep. “What a horrible man,” she said, “You can have [the painting].”
Well, the National Gallery helped itself to it, thanks to John Jay Whitney, in the 90s.