Vogue September 1935
Illustration of gowns by Lanvin
Conde Nast
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Viincent van Gogh Self portrait, 1880-90, Van Gogh Museum
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What am I in the eyes of most people - a nonentity, an eccentric or an unpleasant person - somebody who has no position in society and never will have, in short, the lowest of the low.
All right, then - even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.
That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love malgré tout [in spite of everything], based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion.
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest comers. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
From a letter to Theo van Gogh, The Hague, 21 July 1882](http://25.media.tumblr.com/d7a147007437c313d711e3bcb0b599b0/tumblr_miyvswiyF81qc6wuio1_r2_500.jpg)
Viincent van Gogh Self portrait, 1880-90, Van Gogh Museum
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What am I in the eyes of most people - a nonentity, an eccentric or an unpleasant person - somebody who has no position in society and never will have, in short, the lowest of the low.
All right, then - even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.
That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love malgré tout [in spite of everything], based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion.
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest comers. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
From a letter to Theo van Gogh, The Hague, 21 July 1882
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