At the Petit Palais, exhibited with its backstage of popular music halls, its sordid alleys, its poor interiors, and even more with these nude prostitutes who we do not know if they are asleep or dead, Walter Richard Sickert (1860-1942) feels suffers again.
This is fortunate because the immense consideration enjoyed by this painter in Anglo-Saxon countries had dimmed the pleasure he had in shocking his world.
Judge for yourself: Sickert has even blown up the corset of Victorian society so much by endeavoring to make the rawest and most banal reality unvarnished that we have gone so far as to suspect him of being the famous Jack l 'Ripper.
The identity of this murderer - the first to be called a "serial killer" in the history of crime - remains unknown to this day.
At the entrance to the course, we discover in a photographic portrait a gentleman with a smile...
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