A blow-up of the Mona Lisa with a moustache owned by the French Communist Party and stored at the Centre Pompidou for the next 100 years is given the task of advertising yet another Duchamp funeral. It is a strange fate that a sublime exercise in laziness by an anartist who managed to revolutionise 20th-century art processes is now being offered to the public as evidence against him. This small picture picked up at a street market and signed would have sufficed to abort the charitable mission of taking Duchamp back to his ridiculous early daubs which – although collected by great museums – came (regrettably for him) at least 5 or 6 years too late for the cruel and ridiculous law on newness and, above all, for his epiphanies at the various Parisian Salons of 1905 and 1911.