“We saw her on the night when, under the aigrette of Scheherezade, she sat as on a throne, in the centre of the Royal Box at the Ballets Russes, infusing her essence into the theatrical décors and frenzied dances, as she did of yore for those impressionist gardens spangled with sunlight. Yes, it is in the cocoon of fur and silk in which Paul Poiret and Paul Iribe wrapped up their divinities, that we knew her, godmother of the light-hearted troupe of Serge Diaghilev. Her fan bore the famous quatrain of Mallarmé.”

Jean Cocteau

Claude Debussy – Arabesque (1891)