In Manhattan last week there opened an exhibition of the paintings of Hélène Perdriat. Because Editor Donald Freeman had already discovered her to the readers of Vanity Fair, the show was patronized by an élite and knowing clientele. The event was significant, however, not because Alicia DuPont, Mrs. Amy Whitney, Mrs. T. W. Duke, Mrs. William Brush, Mrs. James Bartholomew and their like graced the occasion, but because it introduced to the U. S. the bizarre and beautiful artistry of a young and almost legendary French painter.
Hélène Perdriat has been a painter for seven years. Before that she grew up...
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