Sad news that the artist Lucien Freud passed away today.
Reminded me of a place I used to work where he was an everyday regular, always looking slightly disheveled in his painting overalls. He seemed like a shy man but every so often he had wicked grin that told of deeper mysteries.
As I remember he drank a Lattechino, dryer than a latte but milkier than a cappuccino, something he delighted in having made up himself, oh, and he was partial to an almond croissant always paying with crisp £50 notes.
Can’t say I am a mad fan of his art but there is definitely something to be said for someone willing to show people at their least flattering rather than their most and truth be told I always wished I could get him to doodle on a napkin.