A few months back, I ordered an Erte print. I was sooo excited when it arrived, but the frame was wrong, so it had to be sent back and reframed. Now our living room is pretty much complete with my Erte girl. I just finished reading Barbara Walter’s memoir, and she told how Erte designed show costumes for her father’s nightclub. She now collects his sketches and has a whole wall of them. I would love to see a picture of that.
The ugliest frame known to man…
