Before a U. S. tourist can consume more than three saucers' worth of refreshment* at a Montparnasse cafe nowadays he is sure to hear something about Man Ray, a kinky-haired photographer who has become a leader of Paris's left bank intelligentsia. The first one-man showing of his prints opened at Manhattan's Julien Levy Gallery last week.
What Man Ray's real name is was hard to discover last week. Art dealers racked their memory, decided that it was Emanuel something, probably Raveninsky. As Man Ray he...
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