Modern was probably dead to begin with.
But, in his youth, he achieved fame by removing elements, simplifying, and arranging order. We were infatuated with his purity. With Modern, we stood in front of a blank canvas that seemed to clear away our past regressions, and promised a future of precision and clarity. Modern was singular and lovely, like silence.
At his height, he traveled extensively, leaving simple white calling cards as far aboard as Switzerland and Barcelona.
