The painting, Le déjeuner sur l'herbe, "Lunch on the grass" or the "Picnic," by Édouard Manet, is one of the classic paintings of the 19th century. It is principally noteworthy for what it is and what it means than for the aesthetic contribution it may have made to the history of art. Even now, its message may be considered challenging and politically incorrect in certain circles. How this is so makes it of continuing interest.
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We see two couples, perhaps, at a picnic. There is some food in a basket, but it doesn't look like a particularly organized meal. The men converse. In the background, with a curiously foreshortened perspective, a women in a light, diaphanous gown stands in the water and is either rinsing her hand or examining something. In the foreground, a completely nude woman, sitting on some of her clothes, looks directly at the viewer. Her pose is relatively modest, as far as the viewer goes; but little would be left to the imagination of the men in the painting. The picnic basket sits on the rest of her clothes, which are randomly thrown on the ground. Émile Zola suggested that she had just been swimming and was now drying off. If so, it looks like she must have quickly and carelessly shed her clothes on arrival at the site and gone in the water immediately.
In 1863, if Manet wanted to épater les bourgeois, shock the middle class, he got his wish. The painting could only be shown in the Salon des Refusés, and may have helped lead to the Salon being shut down. And it was more than the bourgeois who were shocked. The Emperor Napoleon III saw the painting and said it was "an offence against decency." The Empress Eugenie (the first person, as it happens, whose name was assigned to an asteroid, 45 Eugenia, discovered in 1857) seems to have avoided even looking at the picture.
European art at the time, of course, was full of nudes, as it had been since the Renaissance. Manet's painting is actually not unlike the Fiesta campestre, or "Pastoral Concert" of 1510, by Giorgione (1477/78-1510) -- although now Giorgione's student Titian (1488/90–1576) is thought to have finished or done the painting himself. The sexuality of traditional nudes, however, was usually somewhat denatured by Classical themes and settings. The Fiesta campestre may be somewhat contrary to this approach, since the clothed male figures are in contemporary dress and engaged in a purely secular pastime. Nevertheless, the female nudes could be interpreted allegorically, and it also was not unusal for Classical scenes to use contemporary costume. The Fiesta campestre does not seem to have generated any controversy.
Manet's scene seems stark, blunt, and provocative by comparison. People even wondered if the woodland in the painting was the Bois de Boulogne in Paris, a contemporary haunt for prostitutes that even today retains a steamy association of trysts and sex. Be that as it may, the strongest feature of the painting, what impressed and disturbed 19th century Paris, for all its sophistication, and that still is the most salient point, undimmed by any hint of Classicism, is the juxataposition of clothed men and naked women.
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| Eve Babitz (1943-2021) and Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968) playing chess, Pasadena Art Museum, Julian Wasser, 1963 |
| Behind them "The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even (The Large Glass)," La mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires, même (Le Grand Verre), 1915-1923, now in the Philadelphia Museum of Art. |
Modern Feminism is also likely to find the image offensive, since the whole weight of any overt sexuality in the scene is upon the women. The women are displaying themselves as sex objects, with the one even looking directly and brazenly towards the viewer, while the men are chatting away at some other preoccupation. It is almost as though the foreground woman is challenging the viewer, either to supply the attention that perhaps the men are not, or just to respond to the affront of the whole scene. The challenge and the affront, indeed, would be as much to the Feminist as to the Emperor and Empress. Since it is actually the artist, a male, who is making the real challenge, the Feminist will have no sympathy that this is represented in a woman's form.
At the same time, this scene looks like an illustration of Laura Schlessinger's description of how a woman can impress a man: "Show up naked. Bring beer." Manet and his friends, of course, being French, will bring wine, not beer, for their picnic -- although neither is in evidence. But Schlessinger's principle would be even worse for Feminists. A male artist is expressing a male sexual fantasy. Le déjeuner sur l'herbe may as well be a tableau illustrated in Playboy. But that is the enduring interest of the scene.
Are there women who would arrive at a picnic, in mixed company, eager to shed their clothes? Certainly there are a few, but it is unusual. The gender asymmetry that Feminists ascribe to an arbitrary and oppressive patriarchal social conditioning endures in very obvious ways. The man who exposes his genitals in public is a disgusting "flasher" whose behavior is disconcerting, frightening, or nauseating to most women -- 
with the police soon in hot pursuit. But the woman who exposes her breasts or even posterior in public is rewarded with whoops of enthusiasm from men, and is tossed strings of beads at Mardi Gras -- a custom that has actually only developed within recent memory. The New Orleans police announced that they would not cite women for public exposure unless some disorder resulted. People new to boating may be puzzled to see vessels with flags that simply say "SUYT" -- which means "show us your tits." It is hard to imagine a corresponding "show us your [male organ]" flag, except in a purely gay population. The popularity of "Girls Gone Wild" seems to correspond to nothing going in the opposite direction, of women admiring some kind of male displays -- unless it would be the "Jackass" stunts, which nevertheless also seem to draw mainly male viewers. Young men do like to show off for women, and sometimes even to do things that are risky or gross them out; but women also have difficulty understanding why going so far as trying to get yourself hurt makes any sense.
This image, of a naked young woman at, apparently, a Thanksgiving dinner is from a favorite punching bag of the Left: advertising. It will also offend the Feminist principle that the female body should not be used to sell things, since, as an attractive substitute for the commodity being sold, it suggests that the woman herself is being sold. Here, this is an advertising campaign for a clothing company, where we get the slogan, "Nothing to wear" followed by reference to different situations. Unlike most clothing ads, it is the company and its website that are being promoted, not specific items of clothing -- hence their literal absence. The juxtaposition of a scene suggestive of Norman Rockwell with the naked woman is bizarre and surrealistic. Are there circumstances where this might happen? I can imagine the eccentric niece or granddaughter who is a principled and resolute nudist or Naturist and who absolutely refuses to wear clothes except in cirumstances that might lead to arrest -- unless that is to be courted in a political demonstration for Naturism.
But I don't think that is very common. I have never heard of it (except very briefly, for nude beaches, in the 1970's in California), 
although there is indeed a "top free" movement, which has had its continuing demonstrations, against laws that criminalize exposing the female, but not the male, chest -- as we see at right where a daughter of Bruce Willis and Demi Moore, Scout Willis, demonstrates "top free" rights on the streets of New York, where this is actually legal. Also, there has recently been some controversy about naked men sitting down in San Francisco restaurants, but this seems to involve gay men with few or any women involved -- and the principal objection to it is sanitary.
Instead, the advertising image strikes me, in its own provocative way, not unlike Le déjeuner sur l'herbe. The pose is so modest that the ad can be included in respectable national publications, yet it also shows enough to leave no serious doubt that the woman is quite naked. And it certainly evokes the fantasy of what an interesting family, let alone a niece or granddaughter, this would be, where young and beautiful members, but perhaps not the old and wrinkled, are likely to show up in the nude. The guest would wonder how to behave, and whether it would be polite to go naked also. Many males, indeed, might be reluctant to expose themselves where the rest of the company is clothed. Yet it would be hard to imagine that the young woman is not sending some kind of signal, and that her condition cannot simply be overlooked and ignored. Even if her explanations for it were only political, most males might be happy just to listen to them (however tedious or even anhedonic), in her company, all day.
If Le déjeuner sur l'herbe, or the advertising image, is a male fantasy, it does raise the question what men would really want women to be like. We know what women want men to be like. From the Victorian gentleman to the sensitive, metrosexual, non-harassing Alan Alda feminist, there is no lack of literature on the subject. Making a habit of telling a woman at work that she looks good will soon amount to a "hostile envirnoment," in violation of federal law -- well not exactly any statute, since the doctrine was invented out of whole cloth by the Courts. On the other hand, the woman who flashes, drinks, strips, and is sexually voracious is more a subject of pornography than of respectable literature. Women who are actually like this raise alarms about their self-destructiveness. But, as Dian Hanson has said, "...men yearn to be objects of female lust. Everything women detest in male lust, men crave from women" [Leg Show, November 1999, p.5]. More recently, from a more proper Feminist, we get Laura Kipnis:
Pornography's critics take porn very literally, as if it purports to be social realism, but a better comparison would be sci-fi, another genre that takes the "what if things were different?" approach to bodies and societies. Besides, what's so great about reality anyway, and if realism can't compare with pornography, why is it porn that's supposed to do the apologizing? [The Female Thing, Dirt, Sex, Envy, Vulnerability, Pantheon, 2006, p.66]
We might think that Exhibit A of male blockheadedness is the ancient question, "What do women want?" But women may seem equally perplexed about men, yet in turn rarely ask, "What do men want?" A man may not actually appreciate a girlfriend who exposes herself in public or passes out drunk, but women often have no sense of the effect they can have from even modest exhibitions in private. In Jennifer's Body [2009], writer Diablo Cody has Megan Fox advise Amanda Seyfried that her breasts are "guided missiles." All she needs to do is point them at men. Yet many women may not think of their assets as anything special. One woman on the old Blind Date TV series [1999-2006], told her date, who was in the act of fondling her breasts, "They're just boobs. Everybody has boobs." Well, no. Only women do; and it is an excellent question why the human female stores fat in breasts, making them permanently swollen, while no other Primates, indeed no other mammals, do.
It may be that American males, or Hugh Hefner, pay too much attention to breasts; but the things wouldn't be there if Darwin had not been paying attention to them also. 
It is called "sexual selection," and all sorts of strange things in nature, from the bowers of Bowerbirds to Peacock tails, are the result. Nor are breasts the only sexual signals from the female body. Skin, bones, muscles, flesh, hands, hair, feet, legs, hips, lips, eyes, buttocks, neck, shoulders... It goes on and on. Each has distinctive female forms. When only one feature of a woman's body seems erotically charged, it becomes a "fetish"; and at the extremes it does seem unusual or pathological that this should happen. But it is not at all unusual that various features may be more attractive to particular men than others. The package is complex, but then its multiple elements are precisely what gives it a spectrum of power. Women, indeed, are often aware, or at least have their own opinion, whether correct or not, about their best features.
So what do men want? The woman who immediately strips at the picnic is going to make an impression, but that is really more than is necessary. What a lot of men would like from women is simply to know what to them feels good. Dian Hanson, again, says, "men are basically thrilled to give women orgasms" [ibid.]. But women vary greatly in their sensitivities and their sexual response. Breasts, or toes, may be powerful erotic sites to some women, but erotically numb to others. Yet a woman may also think that, if he loves them, he should just know. In turn, if she doesn't tell him, he may simply think that he does know, which is that she will like whatever he likes, which may be of the "wham, bam" variety.
The "hookup" culture of contemporary sexual mores seems particularly ill suited to the requirements of responsive and satisfying love-making. It may take lovers days or weeks, if not months, to learn enough about each other and about each other's bodies before they know enough and are comfortable enough to be able to consistently satisfy each other. On the other hand, the story of Kerry Cohen [Loose Girl, a Memoir of Promiscuity, Hyperion, New York, 2008] testifies to shocking levels of callousness from the young men she got involved with. They were taking the "zipless fuck" [cf. Fear of Flying, Erica Jong, 1973] all too seriously and apparently never considered that the woman they were using might actually have different ideas. 
Of course, Cohen might have regarded it as too needy, controlling, bitchy, or smothering to express those different ideas.
While we don't hear much in public discourse about how satisfying or bleak this culture may be for young women, it may be revealing that the Obama Administration was pushing regulations on colleges and universites that would absolish the right of men accused of harassment or sexual assault to confront or cross-examine their accusers, while lowering the threshold of evidence for guilt to such a low level that accusations alone may be sufficient for academic sanctions or explusion. If this is not just a Feminist ideology pushing consistently towards its logically totalitarian goal, one wonders if it reflects dissatisfaction on the ground on the part of women who feel used and discarded but who do not know how otherwise to articulate the evils of their experiences. An unhappy experience must have been date-rape, the only politically correct category available for its classification. On the other hand, with sufficient levels of alcohol, and a false conception of how great casual sex is, those callous young men may indeed have been callous enough that it actually was date-rape.
In the bad old days, a constant of popular culture is what used to be called the "battle of the sexes." Somehow, "sexual liberation" and Feminism have erased the idea from the culture, under the fiction that male and female sexuality ought to be the same. But the battlefield in no way has disappeared. It has simply moved, away from the careful negotiation of individual relationships, explored by the humor and drama of popular entertainment, to the retribution of politics, law, and ideology, where the fantasy of male and female identity is provoked into furious vengeance when reality does not go along. The result is that no one is any happier, unless they ignore political correctness and make their own private and realistic accommodations.
In the Broadway musical My Fair Lady [Lerner and Loewe, 1956], 
Henry Higgins sings a song, "Why Can't a Woman Be More Like a Man?" This is, of course, the last thing a man really wants, although the question expresses a frustration at dealing with the mismatch of male and female desires and expectations. We might as easily ask whether Higgins, let alone Eliza Doolittle, knows what a man wants. Does the naked woman of Le déjeuner sur l'herbe represent the genuine world of male imagining, or a fantasy pornotopia? There just may not be a simple answer to this.
There may actually be out there the occasional woman eager to shed her clothes and go naked, whatever the men are doing; but in the battle of the sexes the confrontation at scrimage is usually going to be a lot more complicated. Even worse, it is not just a man and a woman learning and adjusting to each other, but each of them is a being of individual idiosyncrasies that likely will have nothing to do with their sexuality. Indeed, some couples match up fine sexually but can't stand each other in terms of other issues, or the opposite. So the question of Le déjeuner sur l'herbe does not resolve in a simple way; and, truth be told, we should not want it to. For all the difficulties that are created by the variables of love, sexuality, and relationships, they are the basis of the aesthetic variety that we otherwise enjoy in memory, story, entertainment, and history. It is not just that we know how different every story is, but we know how different our own story is.
The parody version of Le déjeuner sur l'herbe with Nicolas Sarközy and François Hollande was produced by The Economist for the 2012 French Presidential Election. Their headline was "France in Denial," but dissatisfied with the underperformance of Sarközy, we must expect in a democracy that the electorate will go for the alternative. Unfortunately, the alternative, Mr. Hollande, was predictably worse than Sarközy, and the French economy has responded with 11% unemployment and the lowest approval numbers for any President of the Fifth Republic.
The distressing thing about this may be that the damage done by Mr. Hollande was probably more easily corrected, once the French have the will, than the damage done to the United States by the Democrats and Mr. Obama -- and now Mr. Biden -- since they were placed in power, much as Mr. Hollande was, by the electorate in 2008. The United States government was designed, for good reason, to have a lot of institutional inertia; but the possible ill effects of this have often been evident ever since the packing of the Courts with Federalists in the last days of the lame duck Adams Administration. As it happened, Mr. Hollande was so unpopular that he didn't even try to run for reelection, and now has been succeeded by Emmanuel Macron, who promises reforms -- "reforms" that in 2018 unfortunately included a tax increase on gasoline to fight "global warming," which set off demonstrations and riots for weeks, forcing Macron to back down. This seriously muddled what he was supposed to do, which was get the French economy going again. Somehow, French Presidents have botched this again and again.
So below we see the recreated scene of Le déjeuner sur l'herbe in cast and painted bronze, now dubbed Déjeuner Déjà Vue [1994] -- although it should be Déjeuner Déjà Vu, since déjeuner is masculine. A small but significant part of the museum grounds has been set aside for this installation, ringed with bushes and other barriers, with its own small pond, and accessible only through a narrow and unmarked defile in the bushes, which brings us in from the point of view of the original painting.
One could easily walk by the entrance, and entirely around the area, without realizing that it is there. This may reflect some continuing concern about the content of Déjeuner, as the museum warns patrons "our collection and exhibitions contain artworks that may be of a challenging, sensitive, and/or mature nature." Other nudes on the grounds are far more conspicuous, but none also requires such an elaborate setting or suggests the unease created by the juxtaposition of clothed men and nude women.
Walking into the scene, as we could not do with the original painting, erases the modesty of the painting's arrangement of the figures. We see, as I have noted above, what the male figures themselves could see, namely the full nakedness of the seated woman. Of course, the lighting is also very different, as the unrealistic brightness of the painting is replaced by the inevitable shadows of the afternoon sun, which also backlights the seated woman in relation to the original point of view. This can only be corrected by visiting the museum in the light of the morning.
The ambition, if not audacity, of this reproduction and installation, all life-sized, is noteworthy. Seward Johnson seems to have liked the painting and wished to give it the most complete and elaborate treatment. We might then wonder just what it meant to him, or why he thought it was worthy of this scale of effort and attention. Perhaps the previous considerations here provide some clue.
The sculpture now is the Erotica Tropicallis [sic] by Seward Johnson [2005, below]. Here the dense background has been slightly separated from the couch of the reclining nude, providing space and a walkway for visitors to enter. So, below I am in the sculpture, with the obviously life size woman. I had previously visited the piece in the late afternoon, and the light then was not nearly as good for it as in this morning shot. After this picture was taken, two women found the exhibit; and one of them had her picture taken where I am here, but with her hand on a breast of the reclining woman. I wanted to ask her why she did that, but didn't. Usually we just think of men wanting to fondle breasts, even of sculpture; but this was a woman obviously delighting in it, even with a bronze breast.
The notion of the "Bourgeois Bohemians" is of people with substantial incomes and lifestyles of consumer abundance who nevertheless like to affect a Bohemian and Counter-Culture aesthetic and sentiments. Such people living in New York, Boston, San Francisco, Santa Monica, or suburbs of Washington, D.C. probably vote for Democrats without really thinking too much about it, except to repeat some current political cliché (e.g. that the Russians hacked and stole the 2016 election). Gender Stereotypes and Sexual Archetypes
The Erotic as an Aesthetic Category
The interest of the Johnson family is mainly because of their founding and long management of the Johnson and Johnson pharmaceutical and medical device company, which remains centered in New Brunswick, New Jersey. The "Johnson & Johnson" name derives from Robert Wood Johnson I and his brothers James and Edward. Robert Wood Johnson's name (RWJ) remains fixed to a large hospital in New Brunswick, the Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, with branches elsewhere. The Northeast Corridor rail line, used by Amtrak and New Jersey Transit, previously the main line of the Pennsylvania Railroad, passes right by the hospital. After the Johnson and Johnson company was taken public, management eventually passed from the Johnson family.
Other connections of interest with the family are, first, that New Brunswick was also an early center of business of Cornelius Vanderbilt, second, that Robert's daughter Evangeline married composer Leopold Stokowski, third, that the first wife of John Seward Johnson I was Ruth Dill, whose sister married actor Kirk Douglas (who was astonished when taken "home" by his wife) and was the mother of actor Michael Douglas (who was actually born in a Johnson house in New Brunswick), fourth, that John Seward founded the Harbor Branch Oceanographic Institution (HBOI), and fourth, that John Seward Johnson II (1930-2020), usually just called "Seward Johnson," after being fired from the family company and working for Harbor Branch, became a famous sculptor and founder of the Grounds for Sculpture museum in Hamilton, NJ.
Having met Seward Johnson twice at the Grounds for Sculpture -- he seemed like a very jolly and personable fellow -- I've been able to hear some of his stories about his early life. With the family living in New Brunswick, he said that his father was alarmed about the Lindbergh Kidnapping (1 March 1932), which took place close to nearby Hopewell, New Jersey. After there was an attempted break-in to Seward's sister's room, with the perpetrator chased off by the gunfire of his father (or, on other accounts, by the gatekeeper), the whole family was moved to Taos, New Mexico, where young Seward, who arrived still a babe in arms, grew up as a friend of artist Georgia O'Keeffe (1887-1986). It was only later, after a seemingly unproductive and unpromising life, that he turned to art himself, to impressive results.
Other sources add that the sojourn in New Mexico was not as unique or protracted as Johnson gave us to understand at the Grounds for Sculpture. The family first went to Bermuda, before New Mexico, since Johnson's mother, Ruth Dill, was from there. After a while in New Mexico, the family then moved on for a stay in England. Johnson only would have been seven years old when his parents divorced, and everyone seems to have been back in New Jersey by then. Messy divorces seem to have been the norm in the Johnson family, and Seward Johnson himself had one of the messiest, with his first wife apparently having an adulterous child, whose paternity, however, was never tested, despite Johnson's request in the divorce action.
I also enjoyed the appearance at the museum of author Joyce Carol Oates (b.1938), a noteworthy resident of the Princeton area and associate of Princeton University (along with science writer John McPhee), who was promoting a memoir she had just published. Oates told a joke about becoming familiar with the sculptures that Johnson has left scattered across the world, which look like people engaged in ordinary activities in ordinary places. There are at least three such sculptures in Princeton, one of a student eating a hamburger and reading a book, another of Johnson's own uncle reading a newpaper about the resignation of Richard Nixon, and a third of a patient arriving at the doors of the Princeton Medical Center -- which has recently moved from the hospital's original location, where Albert Einstein passed away, to its new location in Plainsboro, New Jersey.
What follows are images of an extraordinary art exhibit at the mavelous Grounds for Sculpture museum in Hamilton, New Jersey. Sculptor Seward Johnson (1930-2020), a member of the wealthy Johnson family, and the founder of the museum (with an investment of something like $20 million), has done a number of permanent (and many rotating) pieces for the museum, for both indoor and outdoor exhibition. Many of these, which are especially popular, are ones that reproduce Impressionist and other paintings from the 19th century. There are some examples of these under the treatment of La Belle Époche elsewhere. At right we see in image of Johnson himself from his version of Renoir's Le déjeuner des canotiers, where he has inserted himself and some artist friends into the 3-D reproduction of the original painting.
The museum seems to have a continuing problem handling the boat in the scene, which tends to be flooded with water and so grows moss or rots out. The boat is regularly replaced and its position and orientation are altered. In the image above, it looks like the boat has sunk, with the stern under water. In the original painting, the boat is clearly floating, and we are looking at it from the starboard bow. In 2018, after the boat had been missing for a while, now we see a floating boat but almost beam-on, not from the bow, and somewhat flooded, nevertheless, with water. Where most of the installation is in painted bronze, a wooden artifact is bound to pose problems over time.
Part of the joy of the Grounds for Sculpture museum is the ability to step into what originally were flat paintings. This is obvious with Déjeuner Déjà Vue, where figures are posed around, but it is also possible where special provision has been made for it, as in the reproduction of Henri Rousseau's painting, The Dream -- Le Rêve [1910], at right (the original is in the Museum of Modern Art in New York).
A nice parody of The Dream is the cover art for the book Bobos* in Paradise, The New Upper Class and How They Got There [*Bourgeois Bohemians], by David Brooks [Simon & Schuster, 2000]. Here we have the languid nude replaced by a woman in slacks with coffee, laptop, and sunglasses. One startled feline remains in the image, but now with SUV, bicycle, and business-suited husband with spade added.
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The Johnsons
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| J. Seward Johnson, "Turn of the Century," installation on Broadway, New York City, July 2015 |
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Since Johnson's work tends to be life-like, and not like the wreckage or distortions of so much of "abstract" modern art, some critics have taken to disliking it, and condemning some of his exhibitions. It looks like Johnson literally laughed all the way to the bank about things like this.
His version of the iconic image of Marilyn Monroe with her dress blowing up over a subway grate comes in different sizes. One is 26 feet tall, which means you can walk under Marilyn and look up at her underwear. Some find this disturbing, although, as we have seen, sexual playfulness is a recurring and delightful aspect of Johnson's art. While the large sculpture was temporarily on exhibit in Hamilton, I visited one morning while there was a heavy dew. The dripping moisture actually delighted a group of squealing teenage girls, who thought it looked like Marilyn was peeing.
Thus, the joys of the Belle Époche, and their reflection in Impressionist art, are reimagined by Seward Johnson, whose art then also reproduces the popularity that Impressionism already possesses in the public mind. This simply makes it unserious, for critics, in relation to the grim, anhedonic, and anaesthetic political moralism that now signals political virtue in modern art -- which has actually drifted away from abstraction into forms more amenable to political propaganda. As Jesus says,
] λέγω ὑμῖν, ἀπέχουσιν τὸν μισθὸν αὐτῶν.| American Families in Business and Politics | |||
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| The Du Ponts | The Astors | The Vanderbilts | The Johnsons |
| The Rockefellers | The Roosevelts & Delanos | The Hearsts | |
| The Kennedies | The Hiltons | The Fords | The Bushes |
Le déjeuner sur l'herbe, 1862-1863, Édouard Manet
Bal à Bougival, "Dance at Bougival," 1883, Pierre-Auguste Renoir