ABSTRACT
“[Liotard] has been in Paris for a while and he is very much in fashion despite the sincerity of his brush and the extravagance of his prices [ … ]. The furrowed foreheads, the baggy eyes, the not-quite-good-looking dread him like the rascals dread the penetrating look of an honest man; but the beauty, the youth, the naive graces and the reasonable people are all for him.” 1
