She had openings for her artwork. Kiki also acted, and was in eight films. When she was 28 she wrote a memoir and became famous all over the world. She soon traveled to New York to grow famous with her singing. Sadly, but truly, she did not become famous, and picked up a nasty habit with the drug heroin. She traveled back to Paris, and found that the art scene she was once involved in had collapsed, partially due to the stock market crashing. Kiki spent her last days in cafes drinking coffee and died sometime in the 1950's. (Like Paris during that time, the art scene was open to anybody). I admire her too, very few people in the 1920's said and did what they pleased, and she was one that did do whatever she wanted. I hope someday she will be recognized for it.

P.S. I hope it doesn't sound like I am glamorizing heroin addicts by writing this (what is there to glamarize?) I was completely amazed when I stumbled across a chapter on Kiki in a book. (It was about the underground culture in Paris during the 20's; the book itself blew me away. I think the photographer who did it is called Brassat, check it out.) I just wanted to inform more people on her existence.