Paulo Coelho, By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept
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Lisa Fonssagrives reading with dog. Photo by Irving Penn. Vogue, July 1, 1952.
In 1947, Penn was asked to make a group portrait of the twelve most photographed beauties of that era. At that session, he met Lisa Fonssagrives, a Swedish-born beauty at the height of her glory. She was a few years older than he and worldlier, having lived for some time in artistic circles in Paris. (Like her first husband, she began as a dancer.) She and Penn fell in love, and they were married in 1950.
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