How could he be other than a figure of fascination? Alexandre Kojève, born Alexandre Kojevnikoff to a wealthy merchant family in Moscow in 1902, glares out of most of his surviving photographs with an air of sunken-jowled, saturnine bemusement from behind tinted glasses, though there do survive one or two of more dandyish aspect—including one, presumably from 1920s Berlin, where he perches like an orientalist Pierrot, or a brooding, raffish Nijinsky.
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