He was Williamsburg’s original hipster. The first in what would become a teaming succession of visualists hellbent on squashing the status quo. In his day though, he had in his corner a certain Alfred Stieglitz, as well as Marcel Duchamp, who both saw in him something more than the average image-maker. Armed with letters of introduction, he crossed the pond to Paris, where the Surrealists welcomed him as one of their own, and where the likes of Pablo Picasso, James Joyce, Jean Cocteau, Joan Miró, and Gertrude Stein all sat before his lens. He was Man Ray (originally Emmanuel Radnitzky), the American who did much to brighten The City of Light. In the collection entitled Man Ray in Paris, Erin C.Garcia gives us 99 reasons to herald the master. Click through to see what we mean.