Wednesday, 9 October 1878

The successes won at the École des Beaux-Arts competitions by Julian’s students have placed his atelier on an excellent footing. There are more students than there is room for. Every one of them imagines winning a Prix de Rome, or at the very least competing at the École.
The women’s atelier shares in this lustre, and Robert-Fleury rivals Lefebvre and Boulanger. At every turn Julian says: “What would they say downstairs?” or “I should like to show this to the gentlemen below.”
I have long been sighing for the honour of seeing one of my drawings sent down. For drawings are sent down to them only to boast and to make them furious — since they say that women are not serious. I have been thinking about the honour of going downstairs for some time; well, today Julian came in and, having examined my academic study, he spoke thus:
“Finish this well for me and I shall take it down downstairs.”
I am happier for it than I was at the birth of Pincia’s puppies. Yesterday we went to Félix, who makes the most distinguished hats in the world and the most adorable dresses.
Thanks to my painting I have lost all my chic and no longer look like anything at all.
We shall remedy this. Laferrière is to fall from favour, and Félix and Doucet will make me the most ravishing things, in the best of taste.

Notes

Jules Lefebvre (1836–1911) and Gustave Boulanger (1824–1888), academic painters who taught at the Académie Julian. ↩
Jacques Doucet (1853–1929), the great Parisian couturier who also became one of the most important art collectors and patrons of his era. ↩