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Louis Marchant—artist of our generation.
More like the most arrogant artist of our generation.
The man looks like Michelangelo has carved him with his bare hands.
Kissable soft lips.
The perfect amount of five o’clock shadow stretched across his square jaw.
Add in that delicious French accent and oh là là.
And then there’s his giant… Um, never mind, it’s still connected to him.
No amount of magnificence can take away the fact that he’s the most arrogant man in the history of France—no, the world. He also happens to be my new boss.