
In the American West: Richard Avedon’s Stark Vision Comes to Paris
Richard Avedon on location for In The American West
Images Courtesy of Richard Avedon Foundation
At the Fondation Henri Cartier-Bresson in Paris, In the American West lays bare Avedon’s five-year odyssey through labour camps, freight yards, and roadside carnivals. With no props and no mercy, these photographs demand the one thing now rarer than art: our full attention.

Richard Avedon 'In The American West'

At the Fondation Henri Cartier‑Bresson in Paris, now anchored in Le Marais, a quietly audacious spectacle unfolds: Richard Avedon’s In the American West—the entirety of its 103 stark, confrontational portraits for the first time in Europe.
One doesn’t travel west for serenity. One travels west, in the American tradition, for confrontation—of land, of labor, of self. Richard Avedon, most commonly seen as the court portraitist of the haute monde, understood this. And it is perhaps the most enduring of his heresies that he chose to forsake the silken world of Manhattan fashion studios and instead drag an 8×10 view camera through freight yards, slaughterhouses, oil fields, and county fairs.
The result: In the American West. Five years of fieldwork, 752 sittings, and a method so unforgiving in its uniformity—white backdrop, natural light, no props, no poses—it verges on judicial. These images do not flatter. They testify. On view through October 12, 2025, this exhibition presents coal miners, factory workers, showmen, and drifters in front of an unrelenting white canvas—their exhaustion rendered monumental in monochrome
Curated by Clément Chéroux the show excavates both the final publication and the scaffolding of its creation—engraver’s proofs, annotated test prints, preparatory Polaroids, and correspondence with the photographed—offering us not only the portraits but the alchemy behind them.
There’s a familiar American impulse at work here—the journey westward not for conquest, but for understanding. Like another chronicle that tracked a motorcycle ride across the plains in search of something intangible called ‘Quality’, Avedon’s odyssey into the American interior was no less metaphysical. Over five years and 21 states, he pursued not beauty or fame, but essence. The men and women he encountered are rendered not as specimens but as symbols, stripped of setting, staring back from stark white with unrelenting presence.

Richard Avedon 'In The American West'

And in that exposure, something transfigures. The faces become both familiar and unknowable, images that elicit both gratitude and guilt. They refuse decoration. They simply are. And in their being, they tell us more about America than a thousand campaign slogans.
There is no effort here to sentimentalize the American working class, nor to cast it as an exotic species to be admired from a curated distance. Instead, Avedon gave us confrontation without theatre. In place of romanticism, we have fatigue. In place of heroism, vulnerability. The faces he captured—truckers, barmaids, roughnecks, teenage runaways—return our gaze with the unmistakable expression of people unused to being looked at, and never quite believing it when they are.
Of course, once authenticity has been duly documented, it must then be commodified. One need only glance at the auction houses to watch the alchemy in action. Avedon’s prints, once sold for a few thousand, now routinely exceed their estimates. At Phillips, a portrait estimated between £30,000 and £50,000 sold for nearly £70,000. Another, of a drifter in Butte, Montana, fetched over €130,000. These are not anomalies; they are symptoms. The art market doesn’t just inflate—it canonizes.
There is something grotesquely American about this cycle: portraits of the un-glamorous labouring class, now owned by those who’ve likely never dirtied a pair of boots. The miner’s face, once rendered in exquisite detail by silver gelatin and sweat, now hangs in a temperature-controlled Upper East Side penthouse, its authenticity preserved under museum glass like a rare butterfly pinned for display.

Richard Avedon 'In The American West'

And yet—to deny the power of these images would be both priggish and false. Avedon gave us the kind of photographic clarity that doesn’t fade with fashion or taste. These aren’t portraits of poverty or pride, but of presence. They ask nothing of you except your attention, which is increasingly the rarest and most valuable currency of all.
If this is America, it is the version too many would rather forget. Which is precisely why it must be remembered.

“These aren’t portraits of poverty or pride, but of presence. They ask nothing of you but your attention, which is now the rarest—and most expensive—currency of all.”
Images Courtesy of Richard Avedon Foundation
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Richard Avedon
Bubba Morrison, oil field worker, Albany, Texas, June 10
Estimate $100,000 / Sold $118,750
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Richard Avedon
Bob Dylan, Singer, New York, New York, 2.10.65
Estimate $20,000 / Sold $35,560
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Richard Avedon
The Beatles [4 works] printed, 1967, for Stern Magazine,
Estimate €800 / Sold €4445
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Richard Avedon
Made in France. Suzy Parker and Gardner McKay, Café des Beaux-Arts, Paris, 1956.
Estimate $10,000 | Sold $30,480
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Richard Avedon
"In The American West" First edition, hard cover.
Estimate 2000 SEK / Sold 2201 SEK
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Richard Avedon
Nastassja Kinski and the Serpent, June 14, 1981
Estimate $50,000 | Sold $74,500