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...show is anchored around the Fogg’s own Toulouse-Lautrec, The Hangover (Suzanne Valadon) (1887-1889) but relies on loans from museums including the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. and the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston...
Since the artist is better-known for his prints depicting the decadent and flamboyant Parisian cabaret scene, any paintings—particularly portraits—represent a side of Toulouse-Lautrec not well-known by the general public. The three different women featured in the exhibit were only recently identified as portraits of specific individuals and were all painted before...
...bike accident). But you?d soon notice his form-fitting couture: the sleeves of a tight white sweater rolled up to expose Popeye forearms or, in the dream sequence of "An American in Paris," the nowhere-to-hide body suit in which he assumes the impossible poses of Toulouse-Lautrec?s Chocolat character. Like so many middle-class guys, he was an athlete and a salesman. His work was his cheeriest, most seductive pitch for his idea of dance and, of course, for himself...
...inspiration for) the original show. Darn it, he?d do his own darn ballet. Similarly, he honored and caricatured the great gallery of Impressionist paintings in the ballet for "An American in Paris" - this time starting from scratch, and inhabiting the vivid worlds of Toulouse-Lautrec, Manet, Dufy and Utrillo. The last words in the film are spoken almost 20 minutes before it ends; from then on it?s all ballet and mime on the grand movie canvas, popular art swaggering toward an embrace with high...
...audience was made up of older American couples, the husband apparently using the old Toulouse-Lautrec "art" gambit to get his wife to go to a strip joint with him. But unlike eyeing the nudity in magazines or movies, I couldn't help seeing the performers at the Moulin Rouge as real people taking off their clothes for money. Unfortunately, my seat was really good, so I was a little too close to the dancers. I didn't want to stare at their breasts because that seemed rude, and I was too embarrassed to look them in their eyes...