Antoine Blanchard (16)
Antoine Blanchard (1910–1988) was basically the guy who painted Paris like it was one big, timeless postcard. Imagine strolling down the Champs-Élysées, but with fewer tourists and more carriages, all under a gloriously golden sunset. That was Blanchard’s Paris—a place where the streets were always charming, the cafés were eternally romantic, and everyone was dressed like they were about to be in a movie.
He had a special talent for turning wet cobblestones into magical reflections and capturing that cozy, "I’m living my best Parisian life" vibe. You know, the kind where you’re sipping coffee in a bistro, watching the world go by—except, of course, the world is impeccably dressed in the finest 1920s fashions. Blanchard’s paintings weren’t just art; they were little windows to a dream Paris.
