N. F. Karlins writes this about it: “A later group portrait of flamboyant London culturata, Mrs Carl Meyer and her Children, is as over-the-top as its patron. The gorgeous fabrics and intensity of this famous hostess is as celebrated in this painting as her lack of concern about her offspring, whose tenuous hold on her is graphically illustrated by Sargent’s outrageous composition… It has to be one of the most eccentric yet telling of any portraits, anywhere, at any time.”
I post it because I SWEAR that’s one of those Brandt boys behind the sofa. Is Harry Brandt the reincarnation of young Master Meyer? Just putting it out there.