In the spring of 1892, the air in Montmartre was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and turpentine. At the Metropolitan Museum of Art , many today view the lithographs of Jane Avril

Avril, terrified of losing the first real thing she'd ever felt, did what she always did: she documented. She photographed Lena's absence—empty chairs, cold tea, a single copper hair on a pillow. She created a gallery of loss before loss had even arrived.

: Visitors can enjoy large-scale contemporary sculptures alongside panoramic views of the city.

(2018–2019), son of a Texas billionaire, marking a departure from her typical musician-heavy dating history.

Lena smiled. "Because I'm not performing. I'm just yours."