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Mona Lisa destroys the idea that art in the age of mechanical reproduction has lost its aura.
A young woman is seated, her right hand upon her wrist, her left hand on the arm of a chair. She turns towards us, presenting a three-quarter view. Her round visage faces us directly while her brown eyes appear to glance towards the right. Her broad forehead is enhanced by her missing eyebrows. Her hair is covered by a translucent veil. She wears a sober, dark dress. Her neckline reveals the inception of her breasts. She wears no jewellery. She smiles.
The loggia or balcony supporting her appears to be suspended upon a chasm. Behind her surges a strange and…
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