Erik Satie
The Elegant Eccentric of Spare Enchantment
Three Gymnopédies, a thousand velvet suits.
You may have heard of my Gymnopédies—those quiet pieces people play in drawing rooms when they want to feel something without knowing why. I wear only gray velvet, and I collect umbrellas, not for their utility, but for their dignity. My music is not wallpaper, though I once said it was. I am Montmartre’s monk, Arcueil’s mystery, and the man who taught Debussy to dream.
What I'm Into: typewriters in ballet, furniture music, mystic silences, absurd operas, my seventeen identical coats
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