Who would have thought that the woman in the NFSA’s Canberra foyer would bewitch all those who met her and enchant even the hardened Canberra media? Of course, I then knew nothing about Andre Navarre or his daughter Andree, who had arrived at the NFSA with a potential donation.
I’ll never forget that day when I met Andree. It was a wet and dismal day and the foyer was busy with people and incredibly noisy. I caught only fragments of what she told me but I was already under her spell. This beautifully groomed woman, a septuagenarian, with her sparkling eyes and siren-like voice, had won me over (me, a world-weary curator with nary a smile for anyone).