Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Le Guennec; How Did I Miss This?


The Curious Case of the Le Guennec Picassos

How did Pierre Le Guennec—a 71-year-old French electrician—come to possess a cache of more than 250 previously unknown or presumed missing Pablo Picasso works, valued at more than $60 million? The artist’s biographer about their provenance.

WEB EXCLUSIVE December 9, 2010

The announcement last week (Nov. 2010) that Pierre Le Guennec, a 71-year-old French electrician, was the owner of 271 previously unknown or presumed missing works by Pablo Picasso, has created a furor on both sides of the Atlantic. For installing burglar alarms on Picasso’s homes, including the villas near Cannes on the French Riviera, Le Guennec claims that the artist and his second wife, Jacqueline, gave him the drawings, prints, and collages, dating from 1900 to 1932, which are estimated to be worth upward of $60 million. When shown the works, Picasso’s son Claude confirmed that they were authentic but suggested that they must have been stolen.

It is my belief that this treasure trove belonged to a massive group of some 70 portfolios of works on paper which the artist had been obliged to remove from his Paris apartment on the Rue la Boétie and his studio on the Rue des Grands Augustins after the French government enacted regulations preventing people from having multiple residencies. Picasso had tried and failed to fight this injunction, but since he had apparently forsaken his Paris properties to reside in the Villa La Californie at Cannes, he was unsuccessful. To his rage, he was forced to relinquish them and have their contents stored or sent down to Cannes.

Douglas Cooper, the celebrated British Picasso collector, and I happened to be visiting Picasso when this vast shipment arrived. He asked us to help him go through some of the portfolios. The next two days were spent sitting on the floor of the principal studio rediscovering these treasures. He hadn’t looked at most of the material for 20 or 30 years, Picasso said, and the contents were as much a surprise to him as they were to us. The artist’s excitement was infectious and his comments fascinating.

The contents, which had never been photographed or catalogued, were exceedingly varied—and anything but systematically organized. Virtually everything was on paper, so you never knew what was going to emerge. Nor were the contents confined to the artist’s work. One portfolio had nothing in it but blank sheets of rare paper, which Picasso collected: 17th- and 18th-century sheets, French, Italian, Japanese. Another portfolio might contain little of consequence—exhibition catalogues, pamphlets, mementos from his Russian Ballet years. It was the luck of the draw.

Picasso was especially excited to re-discover a group of portrait drawings (circa 1900) of fellow members of Els Quatre Gats, a Barcelona group that was sacred to his memory. These portraits have reappeared in Le Guennec’s cache. Picasso would never, in my opinion, have given away these works—so relevant to his early development—not even to his wife.

As soon as I heard about Le Guennec’s Picassos, I realized they had to have been part of this horde that had arrived in Cannes more than 50 years ago. How such a large chunk of the artist’s private collection ended up in the possession of Le Guennec is another matter. Picasso was exceedingly generous with his work, but he never gave away anything from earlier periods, always from whatever he was working on at the time and available in the studio. Also, when he gave someone a drawing or a print, he always signed and also inscribed it. Of the 271 works said to be in Le Guennec’s cache, reportedly only one of them bears the artist’s signature, and none of them is inscribed.

The Le Guennec affair puts me in mind of the large collection of works, mostly on paper and mostly executed at the end of the artist’s life, belonging to the heir of his driver, Maurice Bresnu, which appeared on the market in the 1990s. Bresnu (nicknamed “Nounours”) and his wife endeared themselves to the Picassos. At first mistakenly thought to have been fakes and, later, to have been stolen—only a fraction had been inscribed—they were ultimately O.K.’d by the Picasso administration and put up for sale at Christie’s (November 19, 1998). It will be interesting to see how the Picasso administration, not to mention the French judiciary, reacts in this new, far graver case.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Our Library (Part 6)


I like this library, it needs more night-time, fireplaces and comfier looking couches, but in general...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Friday, February 18, 2011

Cashmere

Because you're soft and beautiful. You always look luxurious. You go with sweater vests as much as coats. You're expensive but lon lasting if treated appropriately and hand washed. ANd I LOVE YOU.

- Text to N about why she's like cashmere.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

16 things for you...

There are countless things that remind me of you. Unfortunately I don't know all of them, in fact I likely don't know most of them. This inevitably means that I end up being taken wholly by surprise memories on idle days far away from you. Anyway, I do know some and the 16th will always be one of them. Well played on that, by the way; a day a month for you, forever.

Below are 16 pictures. They remind me of things which remind me of you. There is no particular order...

1. Shakespeare and Company.


This is obviously so much more than just the shop; Paris, bohemian artists, good poetry, early 20th century books -- all of these things remind me of you.

2. Bob Dylan
'Just Like a Woman' and this album cover in particular.

3. Trains. Really.

Yep. Every time I see real trains I think of our amazing sleeping carriage heaven.

4. Mrs. Dalloway.
Both the person and the book.


5. Penguins.D'uh (but don't you love how independent and tough this one is?)


6. Leonard Cohen


I love his poem 'The Song' and that more than any other (with the possible exception of Famous Blue Raincoat) is the work I associate with you most.

7. The work of Arthur Rackham


It's all so beautifully drawn. It reminds me of when I was a kid and everything was magical and impressive. You have an astounding capacity to make me feel like anything is possible. Anything at all.

8. Anything remotely sexy (or related to reading, I s'pose)

(this one is a little self-explanatory)

9. So many movies...
10. Dubliners.This was the very first present that I ever bought for you. Not this one exactly, you understand.

11. Almost all Helmut Newton photographs.

12. The two women having a laugh.If this isn't us already, if better be us in the future! You mark my words, Beckett.

13. xkcd (only the nice ones though)Like this one.

14. GladiolaFor reasons I have mentioned before. It's a memory I love.

15. Giles Norman photography
Again, I will always keep my Norman photograph close to hand.

16. The Long LibraryIt's one of my very favourite places now. Thank you for bringing me there on my last day. It meant a lot.

I will remember these things for the rest of my life. And you, naturally. Happy 16th.

Yours, etc.


K

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Valentine...


I meant to put this up yesterday, your post reminded me to look for it. It's upsettingly true...

Yours, etc.