Well, if I’m not mistaken, this was a failed attempt to capture a young French girl named Adriana, from Bordeaux - if my art history serves me - who came to Paris to study costume design for the theatre. And I’m pretty sure she had an affair with Modigliani, then Braque, which is how Pablo met her. Picasso. Of course, what you don’t get from this portrait is the subtlety in her beauty. She was just a knock-out. I’d hardly call this picture marvellous. It’s more of a petit-bourgeois statement on how Pablo sees her. Saw her. He’s distracted by the fact that she was an absolute volcano in the sack.
Midnight In Paris, 2011.