He was not very handsome, he was poor, he was thin. His name was Lucien Clergue. I was beautiful, courted and a stewardess. There was in him a strength, an intensity; a gaze that made me think of Van Gogh. He was a rough diamond that only needed to be recognized. Picasso was one if not the first to recognize it. In 1959, Clergue had an exhibition at MOMA in NY. He could not afford to attend. Picasso offered him the airplane fare adding “and you take her with you” looking at me with a smile. In the late 60s,...
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