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Mona Lisa

Interesting comparison of Mona Lisa to Kim Kardashian in this NYT article that is it time to hide that painting away so the circus around it can stop at the Louvre. 

..the Louvre is being held hostage by the Kim Kardashian of 16th-century Italian portraiture: the handsome but only moderately interesting Lisa Gherardini, better known (after her husband) as La Gioconda, whose renown so eclipses her importance that no one can even remember how she got famous in the first place.

Sad, ironic and true. The article is a fun read though and the recommendations offered by the author to do right thing by the selfie-seeking tourists and Mona Lisa are quite hilarious

She needs her own space. Build a pavilion for her, perhaps in the Tuileries, that is optimized for the crowds. Connect it to the main museum via the underground mall known as the Carrousel du Louvre, and sell a single ticket for both locations. Set up prime selfie stations, and let more curious visitors learn about the mysterious Gioconda with supplementary exhibits. Get it up in time for the 2024 Summer Olympics. Let Kylian Mbappé inaugurate it, maybe with Carla Bruni alongside. Sell macarons.

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