From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The flashbulb sizzles over a sidewalk crowded with bobbed hair and silk chemises, while the static of a nearby shop’s speaker crackles with the first signals from KDKA. I can barely hear the soft melody of "Whispering" over the roar of the city, but I catch a newsboy shouting about moratoriums in Cuba as a woman adjusts her cloche hat, her finger wrapped in one of those new adhesive Band-Aids. She looks like the cat’s pajamas under the streetlamps, though she’s whispering to a man who looks suspicious enough to be a stool pigeon for the precinct. Between the hum of a portable electric hair dryer whirring in a salon window and the scent of eleven-cent bread, I click the shutter to freeze this golden, grimy autumn evening forever.