It Was Still Her Face
Portraits of women, and the men who are spellbound by them. Painted portraits are revenants, omens of absence, metaphors for loss and death, objects of desire and fixation.
Portraits of women, and the men who are spellbound by them. Painted portraits are revenants, omens of absence, metaphors for loss and death, objects of desire and fixation.
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Paris, 1964. The Swiss sculptor and painter Alberto Giacometti, one of the most accomplished and respected artists of his generation, asks his friend, the American writer James Lord, to sit for a portrait, assuring him that it will take no longer than two or three hours, an afternoon at the most.
