Painters [*/ ) The Prince of Montparnasse | The Painter Jules Pascin, 1885 – 1930 | Ernest Hemingway / A Moveable Feast, Paris 1920s
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^ Pierre Marseilles and Jules Pascin with models Paquita and Césarine, 1920s
“I went over and sat with Pascin and two models who were sisters. Pascin had waved to me while I had stood on the sidewalk on the rue Delambre side wondering whether to stop and have a drink or not. Pascin was a very good painter and he was drunk; steady, purposefully drunk and making good sense. The two models were young and pretty. One was very dark, small, beautifully built with a falsely fragile depravity. She was a lesbian who also liked men. The other was childlike and dull but very pretty in a perishable childish way. She was not as well built as her sister, but neither was anyone else that spring.
‘The good and the bad sisters,’ Pascin said. ‘I have money. What will you drink?’
‘Une demi-blonde,’ I said to the waiter.
‘Have a whisky. I have money.’
‘I like beer.’
‘If you really liked beer, you’d be at Lipp’s. I suppose you’ve been working.’
‘Yes.’
‘It goes?’
‘I hope so.’
‘Good. I’m glad. And everything still tastes good?’
‘Yes.’
‘How old are you?’
‘Twenty-five.’
Do you want to bang her?’ He looked toward the dark sister and smiled. ‘She needs it.’
‘You’ve probably banged her enough today.’
She smiled at me with her lips open. ‘He’s wicked,’ she said. ‘But he’s nice.’
‘You can take her over to the studio.’
‘Don’t make piggishness,’ the blonde sister said.
‘Who spoke to you?’ Pascin asked her.
‘Nobody. But I said it.’
‘Let’s be comfortable,’ Pascin said. ‘The serious young writer and the friendly wise old painter and the two beautiful young girls with all of life before them.’”
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast, 1964