Fragonard was all about blindfolded ladies, the up-skirt shot, trans boys with leather bound books, and nudes obscuring their pussies with Noble Dogs. Scandalous for the time? Maybe. Protested? Nah. Unfortunately though, he died "poor and forgotten" after his usual customers got their heads chopped off. He tried living with his family for a while before dying, but after he painted the interior of their house with more bush scenes, they couldn't further justify his room and board. He became outwardly lame. We now revel in these scenes of pastoral romance while strolling through the Woody Allen part of Manhattan that hasn't yet been decimated by large empty glass boxes.