From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The cold February light hits the beaded silk of a flapper’s shift as she ducks into a shop, her bobbed hair perfectly sculpted by that loud, heavy electric hair dryer I saw in the window. I thumb the shutter of my Leica, catching her silhouette against a newsstand blaring headlines about President Wilson and his cabinet squabbles. Over the hiss of the street, someone’s new crystal set is picking up a tinny tune from KDKA, drowning out the rough talk of a fella who looks like he’s ready to bump off a rival. I stumble over the curb, grateful for the fresh Band-Aid on my thumb, and focus on a pair of T-strap heels clicking rhythmically against the slush.