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Letter from Marie Laurencin, Paris, to Paul Rosenberg, 1939 November 23 : autograph manuscript signed.

BIB_ID
422163
Accession number
MA 3500.207
Creator
Laurencin, Marie, 1883-1956, sender.
Display Date
Paris, France, 1939 November 23.
Credit line
Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Alexandre P. Rosenberg, 1980.
Description
1 item (2 pages) ; 26.7 x 20.8 cm + envelope
Notes
Date of writing from postmark.
Dated "Jeudi."
Written from "1 rue Savorgnan de Brazza 7e arrt."
Written on letterhead stationery printed "ML."
Postmarked and stamped.
Envelope addressed to "Monsieur Paul Rosenberg / Castel Floirac / Floirac-la-Souys / (Gironde)."
Summary
She had heard from Armand [Loewengard] that Rosenberg was unwell and wanted to write to him. She's glad that he found a nice house for him, his wife, and their children. She knows that he needs to be active and says that he couldn't be in Paris. When there are air raids, she meets interesting people. The air raids also relieve the boredom. During them, she goes to a heated basement of a very likeable couple: Monsieur [and Madame] Gillon, relatives of the Larousse family, who are very pleasant. According to the plans/maps found on the Germans, the 7th arrondissement of Paris is a particular target. The 8th arrondissement [where Rosenberg's gallery is] is safer. She is working and found a little girl to paint, whose father is on the front and whose mother is working as a maid. And she has heat, as long as the coal holds out. She met Madame de Chambrun, who praised Rosenberg, saying that he is remarkably intelligent. Andre Beucler has had a book published, La Fleur qui chante, in which he made the Gallimard Brothers art dealers. The hero is a great painter who is no one else but Beucler himself. He also wanted to create a portrait [in the book] of Parisian society, which she says = Jean-Gabriel Domergue, [a painter of portraits of Parisian women]. She says that it's a shame: she thought Beucler had talent, but he's so lazy.