Three great French photographs that will soon decorate my walls

In celebration of my promotion and move, I have decided to order posterized versions of three of my favorite photographs for my new apartment. Interestingly, all three are from France. It’s strange… I spent six months living in Paris during college and, to be honest, I sort of hated it. The snootiness and vitriol did baaaaaad things to my temperament. Paris may be famed for its Springtimes, but come December, the city comes to resemble a filthy gray cage more than anything else. Add to this that I picked up and ran with all the worst quintessentially French vices within days of my arrival: cigarette smoking (Les Gauloises rouges, bien sur), wine with every meal, cheese for dessert, a poisonous disdain for loud talkers and fat American tourists, etc. By the time I got out of there, I was pickled to the sourest of vintages, both physically and emotionally. That said, I still go nuts for French music, art, philosophy and photography. It suits me to a “T.” In a way, though, hating Paris makes me, perhaps, more French and not less. Quelle ironie. Thus, sooooo excited:

Henri Cartier-Bresson; Magnum

Henri Cartier-Bresson; Magnum

French cyclists smoking during the Tour De France; I don't know who took this!

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