Word: parisian
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Forty-year-old Marchand had had a young girl friend and model whose classic head and swan neck he turned into Picassoid portraits-hammered, twisted, bilious. Then one day-so said Parisian rumor-Picasso had taken Marchand's girl for himself, and put her beauty in a classically simple and straightforward etching (TIME, July...
...people of Paris," wrote François Rabelais in the 16th Century, "are so foolish by nature that a juggler, a pardon-peddler, a mule with bells . . . will gather a bigger crowd than a good evangelic preacher ever could." Four centuries later, between 1920 and 1935, Parisian jugglers and pardon-peddlers were gathering one of the biggest, strangest crowds in French history-a throng of U.S. expatriates, fleeing the New World of Harding, Coolidge, and their own disconsolate selves. Says Samuel Putnam, who went to Paris in 1926 to translate the works of Rabelais, and stayed seven years, writing sometimes...
...expatriate to bottle them all together. Putnam is no more successful than most other Parisophiles in explaining just what it was that made his wife burst into tears on her first glimpse of the Tuileries, or that mists the eyes of those who merely recall the image of a Parisian pissoir. But he does show the variety of attractions that Paris offered to youthful intellectuals in the years following World...
...started her career almost immediately. When the Walshes went off to Europe to meet King Albert of the Belgians, she licked Baedekers to make her lips red and practiced walking like Parisian coquettes. (She was 14.) She was unawed by the $865,000 palace her father built at 2020 Massachusetts Avenue in Washington. She swiped creme de menthe from his liquor closet, squandered her allowance on ermine tails, and ruined the nerves of a series of hapless governesses...
...certainly a poor man. Bulb-eyed, walrus-mustached Parisian Léon Bloy published eight volumes of his journal, two autobiographical novels and many other works* during his 71-year lifetime that ended in 1917. But none sold enough copies to relieve him of the necessity of begging from his friends, from tradesmen, from strangers, to keep his wife and two daughters alive. Yet Beggar Bloy said no polite thank-yous to society. His writings alternated perfervid religious devotion with savage, four-letter-word vituperation against solid bourgeois values...