Stieglitz’ 291
Stieglitz is trying in vain to make a carping friend believe that the pictures on exhibition are a step up from Cezanne or Matisse. If he doesn’t like this one, well, here is one not so modern. Why shouldn’t he like that. And here is one not so modern even as that one.
Walkowitz is always there agreeing—if he didn’t agree he wouldn’t be there.
Stieglitz had had a hair cut last week. Stieglitz always has a hair cut when the cold winter winds start to blow.
It is a historical moment each year when Alfred Stieglitz, “specialist of work of all kinds,” feels the approach of the cold winter breezes and knows that the time has come to have his hair cut again. Ha! how it will grow until next year, until it has to be cut again. But the Fifth Buddha isn’t born yet and Stieglitz’s soul still walks three steps ahead of its body.