Saturday, February 18, 2012

The societies of the Beisteguis


The Beisteguis, a Spanish Basque colonial family that made a vast fortune in the silver mines of Mexico, is a name that evokes the splendorous living and art collecting of the early and mid XX century.  Two of its members, uncle and nephew,  followed divergent paths to strengthen the prestige of the bloodline.  Both were passionate aesthetes and commited lovers of all things beautiful.

Carlos de Beistegui (the “de” was an ennobling prefix added by them to permit a better entry into the world of elites) was a 13 year-old Mexican boy when he arrived in France with his wealthy parents in 1876. As a youth, he pursued a career in painting under the guidance and friendship of the painter Léon Bonnat, who counted among his pupils Sargeant and Caillebotte. It soon became apparent that his creative aptitudes were limited and he could aspire to nothing more than being a “peintre de dimanche”, a derisive expression used by the French to designate somebody whose ambitions exceed his potential.  His artistic zeal turned then to collecting and he soon amassed a substantial collection of coins and medals, influenced no doubt by his predecessors mining activities and his father’s formal appointment as Director of the Mexican Mint. But it is his donation to the Louvre of an extraordinary collection of portraits that stands out as an example of patronage and taste. The works acquired over the years with the counsel of curators and art academics, include the elegant full length portrait of “La Marquesa de Solana” by Goya, the Death of Didion by Rubens and two Davids, all reflecting the exquisite discernement and predilections of the collector. A presiding portrait by Ignacio Zuloaga of Carlos de Bestegui exuding a solid but self-effacing bearing is the only XX century masterpiece of the ensemble. It is rumored that the Prado Museum was offered the collection before the Louvre but upon the insistence of the Spaniards that the portraits should be hung chronologically and by schools rather that grouped, he opted for the French museum.


When his nephew Carlos de Beistegui y De Iturbe was born the prefixes were firmly established in the family name. Charlie, as he was also known in the circles in which he moved, was the prototype of a certain Latin American only at ease in the company of real princesses. He boasted his friendship with King Alphonse XIII of Spain  and rolled the eyes when he showed his visitors the numerous portraits of the Duchess of Alba that populated his salons as if between them existed a degree of complicity that words should not express. Educated at Eton and Cambridge, he proceeded to recreat around him  the style and possessions of those born to aristocracy and acquired in 1939 the Chateau de Groussay, where he indulged his passion for all things neoclassical. In 1948 he bought the Palazzo Labia in Venice for the modest sum to our eyes of 53.000 pounds sterling. The stage was set for unfolding a flamboyant and extravagant lifestyle and the admiration grew as fast as the comtempt many contemporaries felt about him. When he sold Palazzo Labia to the Italian broadcasting corporation, the RAI, it turned out that all the furniture and contents, except for the Tiepolo frescoes were fake. His final claim to fame came with Le Bal Oriental also known as Le Bal Beistegui a party extravaganza that he celebrated at Palazzo Labia in 1951. It was because of the list of the invitees and the lavish magnificence of the event that the party stands as a social record of a world and a class that have long disspeared. The party can also be viewed as the discovery by the mass media of the “beau monde” through the photo reportage of Cecil Beaton. Charlie pursued to his very last day in January 1970 his lifelong job of furnishing Groussay, the only decorative job of his life according to one of his contemporaries.  His reluctant heir and nephew Juan “Johnny” de Beistegui chose to auction the château and contents in 1999 ending the historic collection of the man who wanted to be someone that he wasn’t and was what he did not want to be: a fantasist in a world of blue bloods.

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