November 24, 1864 Born Toulouse-Lautrec

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Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-MPSF, Count (Fr. Henri Marie Raymond comte de Toulouse-Lautrec Monfa, November 24, 1864, Albi - September 9 1901, Castle de Malrome, Gironde) - French painter, post.
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec was born on November 24, 1864 in Albi, south-west France. He was the only child in one of the most famous aristocratic families in France. Pedigree Toulouse-Lautrec stretched for a thousand years back in time.

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Lautrec's family owned several houses. Most of the time the boy spent in a castle Boeck, near Albi. Like many aristocratic offspring, he was fond of horses and dogs and a child to draw animals (as, indeed, endless caricatures of others).

Henri childhood was marred by illness. Marriage of close relatives, commonly accepted in an aristocratic environment, could not but affect the health of offspring.

Parents of the future artist had nothing against his passion in art, realizing that as an adult, their son will not be able to lead a life that is typical for most of the aristocrats.

Lautrec has opened his own workshop. This happened in January 1884. The workshop was located in Montmartre, where, in addition to Lautrec, inhabited by many other young artists (accommodation in Montmartre was pretty cheap). Area is considered bohemian.

In adulthood, growth Lautrec barely reached 150 centimeters, but because in those days people were on average about ten inches below our contemporaries, the artist was not considered a dwarf (with such growth, even if called to serve in the army). Its head was disproportionately large, and the impression that the body of a man put on a children's feet.

Lifestyles artist led a very scattered and this was the reason for his early death. For his 30 years he was a complete alcoholic and suffered from syphilis. Friends tried to help him. Several times they staged Lautrec trip to London, but on his return every time he was taken to the old. In early 1899 Henry's mother had hired him for two male nurses, and after the next attack of delirium tremens had insisted that her son went to a psychiatric hospital, located near Paris. There Lautrec was treated from February 27 to May 17, 1899.

After leaving the clinic, Lautrec had gone to the Atlantic coast. He continued to write, but the work was dull and slow. Soon, the artist began to drink again - yes, as if willing to quickly bring themselves into the grave. After spending the winter 1900-1901 years in Bordeaux, he was in April 1901 he returned to Paris, and perhaps sensing that this year will be the last in his life, he began to lead his affairs in order, completing a number of unfinished paintings and signed the papers which considered worthy of attention.

15 July Lautrec last left Paris. In August, on the Atlantic coast, he caught a stroke that paralyzed half of the body. Countess Adele lived in while in the castle not far from Bordeaux, and the artist asked her to pick it up to you.

There's Toulouse-Lautrec, and died on September 9, 1901, at age 36.

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Toulouse-Lautrec.
One of my favorite impressionists.

Beautiful movie: Moulin Rouge /Moulin Rouge 1952; if possible, take a look.

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Found it interesting to read now, this text Lunacharskogo 1905:
as a pessimist, and maybe a little bodlerianpem is and Lautrec. His paintings - this is also the flowers of evil. He seeks his inspiration in the dregs of society. It is the same as that of Baudelaire, way to be an idealist, portraying the dirt of reality. He worries you the most extreme horrific images of human degradation to cause such a way close to disgust and pity and protest.

Lautrec - painter prostitutes. Years, he studied it in its intimate setting on all markets of the female body - from the rich «Moulin Rouge» to dirty «Moulin de la Galette».

Is it possible to drop lower than prostitution? None. When a prostitute stupidly come to terms with his role of an animal that buy to outrage over her being a cruel and filthy cynicism - is the bottom of the human dullness. When a prostitute is still alive at least a spark of women, of human dignity - is the height of human suffering ...

Tell the story even one picture Lautrec.

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For example, two thick a typical prostitute, which you will find several in every Parisian boulevard, with blunt indifferent eyes, a wretchedly cynical dresses, dragged under the hand of a friend. She was drunk. She wears a dress with a neckline shameful, denudative her miserable body, hair whipped her face painted, but thin and emaciated.

But, my God, what the expression on that face! She looks rakish, defiantly, with contemptuous cynicism, it would have spat in the face to those who wished her to, she is ready to talk "funny shit" every «monsieur»; but this reckless determination can not be erased from her face damn shame, a deep, gnawing , acute, the shadow of the suffering of the past have all the stages of despair ... perhaps she saw today someone «de son pays», or received the news of his mother's death, the younger sister, married, or just she had a dream her father, sifting in the garden ... It is clear only that all the anguish it broke out recently in an acute crisis, that she cried at first crying child, then desperate, heart-rending sobs of hopeless grief ... And now come two thick, quiet friend. They came to take her with him on a regular ball: "Why are you here wallow? because what you cried? you beat someone, or stolen from you a new hat? "- and she was ashamed to give the reason for his tears. Too shameful, it's funny: it belittling, spat on, all izgazhennaya hundreds of unruly beast-men, she, with nothing unbribable and for whom nothing is too humiliating, she laments - your honor! In order not to crown his shame laughing friends, she gets up and says: "Nonsense., We only kutnut good today ..." And she drank and drank ... "She cut everything, and two friends, fat, posolovevshie ikayuschie and lead it to new sales .

Next to a prostitute Lautrec portrays and its consumers. Then his marvelous realism: it is not a cartoonist, not at all - but more deliberately offensive, heavier, like a slap, images, men do not come up with. This indifference, this impenetrable stupidity of these ugly features, outstanding cattle soul! And yet - it's true: most such "honorable audience, looking out for themselves in the evenings live goods.

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[QUOTE="Cyril Syzransky; 1403801]was interesting to read this text right now[/QUOTE]

Excellent article!
What kind of epithets, artistic momentum!

... [COLOR="Indigo"]she laments - your honor![/COLOR] ...

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Artem, forgot to say that the picture that describes Lunacharsky, you just posted in this thread in message number 2.

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High School he was a draftsman!

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Сообщение от Artem

High School he was a painter!

His idols were Ingres and Degas.

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More pictures.

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