The work, nothing but the work. That should be enough. But with Henri Toulouse-Lautrec, how can one leave the man aside? How can you not combing his life and his very existence, with his work as an artist? The two are inseparably intertwined. To dwell on his paintings, drawings and lithographs--which are essential and ignore his unique, colorful character would be a mistake, even if we know everything--or almost everything--about the painters daily life and debauchery.