We had a lovely lunch at a Portuese restaurant with Judy and David.
And we visited the Musee des Beaux Artes to see the Chagall exhibition.
It was terrific. . . rooms full of paintings with luminous colours and exciting surfaces. I have never quite got Chagall but was most impressed by his collected works. In his 80's he painted a mural of the ceiling of the Opera House in Paris . . . afeat that would have daunted a much younger man. He designed lots of costumes that Judy wasn't impressed by but I know how different things look on stage and up close.
That was evident in the Paul Gautier exhibition of wedding gowns downstairs. . . some of which were almost shoddily made (I spotted a tacking thread left on the lapel of one outfit) there were models arranged on a tired "wedding cake" those on the second tear had a minaret faces which moved their lips, eyebrows, opened their eyes, etc in a mesmerising way. None of the outfits were white. They ranged from grey to cream to flesh colour but probably looked white on the runway. Interesting.
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