L a - b e a u t é - s a u v e r a - l e - m o n d e ~ D o s t o ï e v s k i

L a - b e a u t é - s a u v e r a - l e - m o n d e  ~  D o s t o ï e v s k i



Sunday, February 17, 2019

Encore les hommes - portraits and self-portraits


Portrait of a Young Man, by Cornelis de Zeeuw, 1565
Simon Pauquet, "inspecteur des ponts et chaussées", by Henri-Pierre Danloux, circa 1785.
Courtesy Stephen Rutledge.
Portrait of Monsieur Allard, by Léon Bonnat, circa 1880s.
Selbstporträt vor der Litfaßsäule, by Georg Scholz, 1926.
John Carpenter of Mount Tavy, by John Opie, 1807.
 Self-portrait, by Bertalan Székely, 1860.
Heinrich Wilhelm August Georg Pouff, royal Dutch captain, unknown artist, circa 1840s-50s.
Unknown, Belgian, circa mid-nineteenth century. Courtesy Ralf De Jonge.
Orfeusz, by Károly Ferenczy, 1894.
Francis Wright Fabyan Jr., by Philip de László, 1931.
Portrait of a Man (Condottiere Malatesta Baglioni?), by Parmigianino, circa 1535.
Unknown, circa early twentieth century.
Jacobo Fitz-James Stuart y Falcó, X duque de Berwick y XVII duque de Alba, by Fernando Álvarez de Sotomayor y Zaragoza, 1929.
Doppio Ritratto, by Giorgione, 1502.
Sergei Rachmaninov, by Konstantin Somov, 1925.
Self-portrait, by Marc-Aurèle de Foy Suzor-Coté, 1894.
Ulrik Scheffer, by Alexander Roslin, 1763.
Count Platon Zubov, by Johann Baptist von Lampi the Elder, 1793.
Portrait of a Man (said to be a painting of Sir Henry Guildford), unknown artist, circa 1530-35.
Self-portrait, by Orest Adamovich Kiprensky, 1828.
Manuel Tolsá, by Rafael Ximeno y Planes, circa 1794-1796.
George Bustard Greaves, by George Romney, 1786.
Tyrone Power, by Alfred Cheney Johnston, 1936.
Self-portrait, by Howard Norton Cook, circa 1920s-30s.
Mikhail Benois, by Konstantin Korovin, 1926.
Ritratto d’Uomo, by Antonio Mancini, circa late-nineteenth-early-twentieth century.
 Selbstbildnis im Atelier des Künstlers mit Blick auf München, Bernhard Peter von Rausch, 1834.
Unknown, possibly a self-portrait, Austrian School, circa early to mid-eighteenth century.
Unknown, circa late-nineteenth century. Courtesy Ralf De Jonge.
Portrait de jeune homme en redingote, French School, circa 1800.
Portrait of a Man in a Red Coat, by Alexander Roslin, 1764.
Ecce Homo, by José de Ribera, circa 1620.
The courier Nikolai Nesterov, atelier of  Wilhelm Lapré, circa 1882.
Sir Thomas Wharton, by Anthony van Dyck, 1639.
Charles I while Prince of Wales, by Abraham van Blijenberch, circa 1617-20.
Self-portrait, by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson, circa 1790s.
Unknown, unknown miniaturist, 1793. It is signed - with initials - but it isn't enough to identify the artist.
King Willem I of The Netherlands, by Matthijs van Bree, 1827.
Portrait of a Man and Dog, by Ignaz Marcel Gaugengigl, circa late-nineteenth century.
Self-portrait, by Giovanni Giacometti, 1889.
Gunnar Elving, unknown photographer, 1921.
Unknown, unknown artist, circa second quarter of the nineteenth century.



Friday, February 15, 2019

She almost got away with it - Lizabeth Scott in "Too Late for Tears", 1949



It's all about that sixty-thousand-some dollars - not hers - that she's determined to hold onto. Money that's been - literally - tossed into her back seat, and which her husband wants to turn in to the police. So, after lovely - unfulfilled and greedy - Jane Palmer (Lizabeth Scott) shoots her husband-with-scruples, Alan (Arthur Kennedy), and then poisons deliciously slimy Danny Fuller (deliciously slimy Dan Duryea), who's very determined to claim the money himself, she escapes to Mexico City.


Installed in the penthouse of the swank Reforma Hotel, resplendent in furs and diamonds, with a suitcase brimming full of cash, she's finally happy; who wouldn't be? But it too quickly goes sour, as all that murdering and theft catches up with her.

With Don DeFore.

And trying to hold off the inevitable with a gun, backing away from justice in her heavy - and gorgeous - lace gown, she trips over that suitcase of cash and jackknifes over the balcony railing, falling to her death. Oh, sorry... SPOILER ALERT!

"Wait, he's lying; the money's mine!... no, I tell you he's lying!"
Diamonds and lace, a gun and a fistful of cash; the gigs up, Jane! The balcony awaits....

I suppose she had it coming; something about the "wages of sin", yada yada. Honestly, though, I feel sort of bad for her. She had it all - she worked for it - and didn't get to enjoy it. ; )

Noir Queen.