Victor Hugo wasn’t just a literary giant; he was also apparently a 19th century supermodel. When he wasn’t writing epics (Les Misérables), designing interiors, sketching fantastical castles, loving his wife, and his mistress, he still found time to pose heroically for sculptors. This marble bust by his friend Pierre-Jean David d’Angers sits in the Maison de Victor Hugo in Paris, radiating Romantic Genius Energy and fabulous hair. Underneath the sculpture there is a sign: NO SELFIES . Meanwhile, the sculpture of Madame Hugo nearby has no such restriction. Apparently, she’s chill, photogenic, and open to public affection or … What would you make out of this obvious discrepancy?
