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In the summer of 1959, Alain Delon arrived in Cannes with nothing. No agent. No contacts. No money he was willing to admit to. He was twenty-three years old, a former paratrooper who had served in Indochina, and he had the kind of face that made people stop mid-sentence. Within forty-eight hours, he had met every major producer on the Croisette. Within six months, he was under contract. Within three years, he was the most famous French actor alive.
What people forget is that Delon built the image as carefully as any director built a frame. He chose the clothes. He chose the cars. He chose the watches, the colognes, the cigarettes, the furniture. He was meticulous in the way that men who came from nothing often are, because he understood that every object around him was making an argument. The argument was this: I belong here. I have always belonged here.
Almost everything on this list is still available. Some of it for less than a dinner out. This is Alain Delon's life, item by item.