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The room stripped bare, even Marcel Duchamp

Lydie Fischer Sarazin-Levassor

In 1927 Marcel Duchamp married Lydie Fischer Sarazin-Levassor. The wedding was filmed by Man Ray and attended by Picabia. Here, we publish an extract from Sarazin-Levassor’s newly translated autobiography which gives an insight into Duchamp’s Spartan living habits – and his love of French puns.

Marcel Duchamp, ‘The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even (The Large Glass)’ 1915–23, reconstruction by Richard Hamilton 1965–6, lower panel remade 1985
Marcel Duchamp
The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even (The Large Glass) 1915–23, reconstruction by Richard Hamilton 1965–6, lower panel remade 1985
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© Estate of Richard Hamilton and Succession Marcel Duchamp/ADAGP, Paris and DACS, London 2019

Marcel was busy flat-hunting. He sometimes took me along to visit domestic premises that turned out to be complete fiascos. They would be charging an inflated price for the furniture and fittings, whereas everything still had to be done, including the bathroom. It did not stop us from discussing our ideas of the perfect flat. No furniture, just cupboards hidden behind walls of plywood. Marcel taught me to appreciate the beauty of raw materials. No need for exotic wood or other rare and costly materials to fit out a flat that would be pleasant to live in. A plaster wall has a splendour and delicacy of its own if an effort is made to keep it matt and immaculate; whitewood has a delicate satiny grain that needs neither a coat of walnut stain to pass it off as oak, nor thick coats of paint to cover it up completely; a lead pipe can glisten with a dull sheen and add a light touch where it was not expected, or a gay band of colour if coated with minium (which is not paint but a natural protective medium).1

At first I thought his taste for natural things was a reaction against the ‘refined‘ aesthetic propounded by the recent exhibition of les arts decoratifs.2 I asked him about it: ‘As far as lizards go, I have only encountered the variety that basks in the sun. What are these lizards décoratifs? Is it a new species?‘ He added: ‘If a butcher makes a sculpture out of lard or saindoux, is it culinary or domestic lard? And what about […] the lard of war?‘3 So tell me about the Arts. Art is simply the technical knowledge that goes with a profession. Look it up in the Larousse dictionary. So what are the Fine Arts? All the arts are fine. The knifegrinder’s art is particularly fine, and fascinating with it. But he is an artisan. Artisan, artist, what’s the difference? My hairdresser calls himself an artist, so does the man in the patisserie, but Gaston’s art is manual, so that makes him an artisan.‘

His ironic tone suggested that there was much left unsaid, but I did not insist as I feared I might have got it all wrong.

‘There is no such thing as decoration,’ he continued.

‘The whole concept needs to be buried. We take furniture in, that’s all. We buy the things we need for our comfort. Keep desires to a minimum and do away with what is not strictly practical. That’s it in a nutshell: fittings must be useful.’

‘No curtains for the windows, then?’ I asked.

‘It’s impossible to know in advance in what direction the windows will face. Oil-paper, held in place by rubber suction-cups, makes an efficient screen.’

‘Granted. What do we lay on the floor?’

‘In winter: skins, for they are soft and warm; in summer; rush-matting or straw-matting, for they are cool.’

Marcel Duchamp, ‘Fresh Widow’ 1920, replica 1964
Marcel Duchamp
Fresh Widow 1920, replica 1964
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© Succession Marcel Duchamp/ADAGP, Paris and DACS, London 2019

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