Dreaming of Picasso

I had a dream that I met Picasso last night, it must have been the fever. But there I was walking down a cobblestoned alley when my mother signaled me to come into this mysterious doorway. Once I stepped into the doorway I was in an enormous space dedicated to the life of Picasso. A display of his hand in the art world which he extended into every crevice. And there sitting to the side was Picasso himself, smiling. I peered over at him as I didn't want to gawk but inside my jaw was dropping and my heart was racing, PICASSO! He smiled and waved me over to say hello....

Top photograph by the great Irving Penn.

Bottom set I am sorry to say I do not have photo credits for these, I will update when I get more information.