“ it was an apartment turned pigsty…filled with piles of pictures, reams of paper, stacks of books, packages, wrapped models for sculptures, all lying helter-skelter on the floor, everything covered with a thick coating of dust…Except for a few friends, Picasso allowed no one in. The dust could fall and settle wherever it like, without fear of some cleaning woman’s feather duster.”
In conversation with Picasso, by Brassai, on the subject of Picasso’s studio
