Who wouldn’t want to meet Picasso, given the chance? Sometime after Lee Miller dropped by his studio when Paris was liberated, Brigitte Bardot made the pilgrimage, too. I think this shot comes from the French Riviera, not Paris, but close enough. The image also comes from somewhere deep in my childhood memory. Somehow even then I knew there was European dazzle, something wild and pagan, not at all like 1950sEisenhower America.
According to the image source [Google Images/JAMD/Halton Archive/Getty], Picasso is measuring BB’s stellar personality with a light meter. The time stamp is Sunday, January 1, 1950. I haven’t found any other details about this conjunction of icons. If anyone knows, pass it along.