Brought up in Paris’s suburbs, Robert Doisneau excelled in the depiction of the humble, bringing beauty, humour and tenderness to dull anonymous landscapes and scenes. Moved by men’s pains but also by the simple pleasures of everyday life, the French photographer captured all that illustrated France from its pittoresque workers, playful children, affectionate lovers to celebrities such as Le Corbusier, Brigitte Bardot or Yves Saint Laurent - ‘All my life, I had fun, I created my very own little theatre’. Eager to portray tragedy without showing cruelty nor violence, Robert Doisneau never captured a dying man and refused to represent the shaven women of Paris’ Liberation. He was the kind of man, as Jacques Prévert once told, who, when he had come across a shepherd and his flock and dogs and witnessed a truck knocking down most of the flock and all his dogs, preferred to comfort the shepherd rather than seize the tragic sensational scene. Quite an irony for the photographer who could stay still for hours waiting for the perfect anecdote to steal, to be mostly remembered today for a fabricated image commissioned by Life magazine, that of the ‘Hotel de Ville Kiss’. Yet this picture seems to sum his whole work up: the anonymous lovers, the fleeting moment captured in the crowd’s buoyancy, Paris and those other walkers unaware of the iconic scene happening right before them.