In the summer of 2008, I was burnt out and in need of a personal and professional reset. So, a few months before the historic U.S. presidential election and a few weeks before the start of the worst U.S. financial crisis in generations, I quit my job in advertising, sublet my East Village apartment, and traveled to France. I spent the first week in Paris, the next month traveling from Normandy to Monaco in a rented Renault, and finally settled in a small, old farmhouse in the Quercy region of southwest France for the rest of the year. The rough plan was to explore the country while writing songs and taking photos. Ten years later, I'm happy to finally share the photos. (The songs were crap.)

In my tiny, fifth-floor walk-up hotel room in Caen, September 2008