See that image, actually most of the 'iconic' images, in their time area.
The puddle jumper was shot early after the end of the 2nd war, when H C-B finally could move freely around in Paris, where the traces of that horrible war were still very tactile.
During that war, he entered Paris several time illegal to make some photographs, now things seemed different, but ware they?
The political climate was still nervous to say the least, the social unrest was exploding, the country had to be rebuilt, Nazi's and collaborators chased and called to justice, displaced persons ware looking for a safe place, prisoners returning from the camps, people ware fleeing the Sovjets, story's of war horror emerging and the art scene was changing at high speed...
And then you see a man jumping in the hope to keep his feet dry but clearly in vain, how must that feel, what would you want more?
And we, sitting comfortabel in a nice warm house, are claiming the right to dissect somebody's work, but who (or what) are we?