this picture struck me. i could only look at her face, like i knew exactly what she was thinking about. her surroundings felt like home, even though they are a part of her home and not mine. she's quite stoic and seems to have been caught in a small moment of her day. this is a time when we don't put on faces...when we're just living. looking at it now, though, it seems i know less about her than i thought.
this photo also interested me simply because it is such a natural pose, especially for me. who knows whether the sartorialist told her how to stand, but it all feels very familiar. she too seems to be in a private moment of her day, in her dreary city. i can see myself in both of these women.
both by the sartorialist