He and his bad boy obsession with dance hall girls, his perfectionist printing standards, his utterly unique signature that I want as a tattoo, and of course, his sad pathos that oozes from every painting. The man could paint street life, quickly, and with thin paint. He was a kind of graffiti artist of his day is my theory.
Anyway, these two slim books, placed strategically on the back of the guest bathroom commode, will provide friends and family with edifying browsing material. Henri, that poor louche, would approve.
- Lautrec, published 1952 by Bibliothèque Aldine des Arts, notes in French, excellent condition with an onionskin jacket (4.5" x 7")
- Toulouse-Lautrec Montmartre, published 1955 by Piper Buecherei, notes in German, excellent condition with a cellophane jacket (5" x 7.5")
Shipping costs are included. Also, please note that everything I sell, and I mean everything, is used, antique, vintage, etc. That means sometimes scratched, dented, and worn. Imperfect. Not dusty, though. Or dirty.