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BARDOT
Le ballon rouge
1956
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Pablo Picasso in his studio
Lauren Bacall
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Weigh in: Is this art? Are his words an outpouring of poetic sadness, or is it just raw emotion? Does art need the intent of being art to be art?
“Trans-Europ-Express” (1967) - Alain Robbe-Grillet
