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“Quite simply, I’ve always been in love. For me, artists, a man or a woman, who doesn’t have a sense of seduction, the gift of love, faith in the mysterious rendezvous, is not an artist. Art, you know, is seduction, passion, the pursuit in its life in the most inspiring, most beautiful, sweetest things.”

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Fearless and Free: A Memoir

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Josephine Baker
Josephine Baker

Josephine Baker, born on June 3, 1906, was a renowned jazz dancer, singer, and actress from France. She is best known for her unique dance style and anti-racism stance, and is considered one of the most influential cultural figures of the 20th century. more

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