Friday 9 April 1944 Picasso is unusually elegant today: dark blue suit, white shirt, checkered red tie. Jean Marais is there, his Samoyed dog at his side as usual. Amid the other people, I am delighted to see Pierre Reverdy again. I like his male voice, his black Chasselas eyes–close relatives of Picasso’s own–the haughty… Continue reading Brassaï