Today January 8 2017 is 113th birth anniversary of great Peter Arno
(By the way, the late Vasant Sarwate वसंत सरवटे told me how Arno was one of his favorites and that he had a book containing Arno's cartoons which he had bought when he was a student of College of Engineering, Pune)
T. S. Eliot:
"This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper"
Artist: Peter Arno, The New Yorker, June 1968
(By the way, the late Vasant Sarwate वसंत सरवटे told me how Arno was one of his favorites and that he had a book containing Arno's cartoons which he had bought when he was a student of College of Engineering, Pune)
T. S. Eliot:
"This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper"
Graham Greene:
“When we are young, we are a jungle of complications. We
simplify as we get older.” (“The Quiet American”)
Peter Arno and a model in his dining-room studio, 1949
Photographer: Stanley Kubrick for Look Magazine
Courtesy: Photograph
Collection, Library of Congress.
Artist: Peter Arno, The New Yorker, February 15 1941
Ben Schwartz, Vanity Fair, April 2016:
"...Arno’s mother died on January 31, 1968, at age 87. Arno died three weeks later, on February 22, at age 64. Reporters called Pat Arno, asking for an anecdote or two about her famous father. She simply replied, “None are repeatable.” Arno’s last cover for The New Yorker appeared in June, a polar bear and its cub in the zoo, parent and child, peacefully rubbing noses, a polar bear’s kiss for its offspring—a lifetime away from top hats and nightclubs."
Ben Schwartz, Vanity Fair, April 2016:
"...Arno’s mother died on January 31, 1968, at age 87. Arno died three weeks later, on February 22, at age 64. Reporters called Pat Arno, asking for an anecdote or two about her famous father. She simply replied, “None are repeatable.” Arno’s last cover for The New Yorker appeared in June, a polar bear and its cub in the zoo, parent and child, peacefully rubbing noses, a polar bear’s kiss for its offspring—a lifetime away from top hats and nightclubs."
Artist: Peter Arno, The New Yorker, June 1968