there were some works by other artists in the picasso museum. here and in other museums, though, i kept thinking of elmyr de hory. especially the modigliani since he faked those so well. the entire walk through the museum and for much of the rest of the day i kept hearing ‘i don’t feel bad for them, i feel good for me’ in my head.
the picasso museum has lots of painted windows, and inside features funhouse/distortion mirrors everywhere.
place des vosges to try to see hugo’s house again. even though it was the third time i visited this place, before finding the museum, i had to walk down each side of the square interior..
in hugo’s house
sadly, i was reprimanded after the above photo for taking pictures. it would not have been especially important if the rooms following were not so fabulous. there was a sitting/dining room after which featured a wall of china flatware that was extraordinarily decadent, then two rooms which had an identical pattern on the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. separated by thick wood panel, each had the most grotesque dark green pattern with swooping golden florals that made you feel claustrophobic, nauseous, and deviantly indulgent.
i did sneak a photo of his bedroom, though;
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