Toast and Honey


"I initially decorated it with a picture of Vita Sackville-West in the
garden at Sissinghurst, but have since found a photo that suits the
mood of these little black books to perfection. It is of a gang of
Paris intellectuals, lined up in Picasso’s studio at a party in 1944.
Camus and Sartre are squatting on the floor, hands clasped about knees,
while Picasso smirks, arms folded, at someone to the left of the
photographer. Simone de Beauvoir is very chic and buttoned
up, Zanie de Campan sports an improbable hat and Lacan, hair falling
across his brow, stands at the edge, oblivious to the camera,
exchanging a wry look with Jean Aubier.

Well. I may not have a
salon of existentialists loafing about my flat, borrowing corkscrews
and eating up all my Gentleman’s Relish, but I strongly suspect at
least half of them had the same notebook tucked into their breast

Olivia Laing
Visit her blog, "Toast and Honey".

Image courtesy of the author.

3 thoughts on “Toast and Honey

  1. Actually, I read a biography of Picasso, and it noted that he wrote poetry in a small, black notebook that he could easily hide, and this was while he was still living in Paris.

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