Modigliani was a mass of contradictions
When planning a taboo breaking exhibition, don’t choose a venue opposite a police station. That was the lesson learned by Amedeo Modigliani’s dealer Léopold Zborowski when, in December 1917, he hung four of the artist’s nudes in the window of Galerie Berthe Weill in the Rue Lafitte, Paris, attracting a visit from the police commissioner, who then demanded their removal.
Surrounded by the six Modigliani nudes in Tate Modern’s exhibition, one can guess what the commissioner found shocking. Unlike the compliant nudes of French academic painting, Modigliani’s models were not shown in states of erotic abandon. They were self-possessed modern women wearing nothing but rouge and that—rather than the pubic hair to which the commissioner objected—was the problem.
Born into an old Italian-Jewish family in Livorno in 1884, Modigliani was, in some ways, surprisingly old-fashioned. ‘If a woman poses for you, she gives herself to you,’ he cautioned a friend in 1914 who had wanted to paint his then muse, the writer Beatrice hastings, represented in the exhibition as Madam Pompadour (1915).
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Tales as old as time
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Night Thoughts by Howard Hodgkin
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Into the deep
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It's alive!
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There's orange gold in them thar fields
A kitchen staple that is easily taken for granted, the carrot is actually an incredibly tricky customer to cultivate that could reduce a grown man to tears, says Sarah Todd
True blues
I HAVE been planting English bluebells. They grow in their millions in the beechwoods that surround us—but not in our own garden. They are, however, a protected species. The law is clear and uncompromising: ‘It is illegal to dig up bluebells or their bulbs from the wild, or to trade or sell wild bluebell bulbs and seeds.’ I have, therefore, had to buy them from a respectable bulb-merchant.
Oh so hip
Stay the hand that itches to deadhead spent roses and you can enjoy their glittering fruits instead, writes John Hoyland
A best kept secret
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