From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The shutter clicks over a drab wool coat as "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles" whistles through the teeth of a passing newsboy. His stack screams that Magyars are not hostile to Allies, says Kun, but the boys in the Workmen's and Soldiers' Council look plenty ready to defend themselves if things get over the top. I adjust my lens, capturing the gray smog of coal and the sharp scent of six-cent bread drifting from a nearby bakery. Under the shadow of an electric sign, a young shop-girl in a starched cotton blouse pauses to read about the Sovietized press, her eyes darting like she's watching one of those new-fangled movies.