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WALKER EVANS made his first serious photographs in 1928, at the age of twenty four. His attempt to become a photographer seems to have been almost a willful act of protest against a polite society in which young men did what was expected of them. His own background and education would seem more likely to have produced a broker, or a publisher, or perhaps an advertising executive, which his father had been.
Evans was brought up in the proper Chicago suburb of Kenilworth, where he enjoyed the temporal comforts allowed by modest affluence, and learned to play a moderately competent game of golf. When his parents separated he moved to New York with his mother, and continued his education at Loomis, Andover, and Williams. He enjoyed Andover; there he discovered literature and first entertained the idea of being a writer himself. He found Williams no challenge. After a year of free and wide ranging reading in the library he dropped out and returned to New York, where he lived with his mother and worked as a night attendant in the map room of the Public Library. In 1926 he went to Paris, where he was an auditor at the Sorbonne. He also read Flaubert and Baudelaire, saw the paintings of the School of Paris, and visited Sylvia Beach's bookshop, where he occasionally saw but never dared speak to James Joyce. I like this image becuase it has very nice colors in the picture it also has a nice scene in the background.