Seated bolt upright on a cream-colored sofa, Françoise Gilot was as grave as an oracle, an impression enhanced by her precision-tailored flame red suit.
“I wear red as a kind of protection, an affirmation of character,” she said. “It allows me to show myself the way I want to be seen.”
It was her expression — a blend of mischief, vulnerability and tentative warmth — that gave her away. “I am shy,” Ms. Gilot said more than once during a rare interview late last month on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, in the apartment that is also her studio.