Word: malraux
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Hammer Blow. Chagall designed the menu for the opening banquet; Miró designed scarves and handed them out to the ladies. Maeght's granddaughters presented the keys to the museum-the first public foundation of its kind in France-to Culture Minister André Malraux on a red satin cushion...
Surprises Under the Grime. It took more than water. It took a long-ignored Second Empire decree signed by Napoleon III in 1852 requiring facades to be washed every ten years, and impassioned pressure from Minister of Culture André Malraux. In practice, the government rarely has to fine building owners, for landlords can ease the cost of cleaning by borrowing as much as 40% of the tab. Face-washing a private apartment house costs about $2,000. To clean the 18th century building in the Place de la Concorde that houses the Morgan Bank,* the Automobile Club of France...
...whites contend that style, not dirt, gives a building distinction. Says Bernard Vitry, who directed the cleaning of the Madeleine: "I love stone too much not to wish to see it." Malraux says that art is "the presence in our lives of what should belong to death," and holds that classic buildings cloaked in mantles of soot are deadened, if not dead. To look on beauty bare, as it is emerging in Paris, is to see what is agelessly and vibrantly alive, what T. S. Eliot called "the present moment of the past...
...sacred bodies. Cocteau gave him some secretarial work to do, and he repaid his benefactor by painting him as a kind of cultural public-relations man who took the "rediscovered imagery" of "tough, miserable men" like Apollinaire and Max Jacob and "vulgarized the knowledge of it." Andre Malraux, too, "was something of the charlatan," but Gide was the wholly incorruptible artist, a man with a face that "no fattening passion burdened" and with lips "straight as those of someone who has never lied...
...tapestried walls of his stuffy official residence. He has edited a first-rate anthology of French poetry, containing long excerpts from his favorites, Apollinaire and Baudelaire. With his blonde wife Claude, he seems most at home with such literary and show business types as André Malraux, Françoise Sagan, Bernard Buffet, Jeanne Moreau and, more recently, that long-legged U.S. newcomer, Jane Fonda. Summers, the Pompidous spend at St. Tropez with the bikini...