This is a photo compositon I made of an older woman I saw creeping along a street in Little Italy in NYC. She was being encouraged by her younger companion to, "Hurry up, Edna!" I loved that she still colours her hair, applies make-up, dons the glam shades and pumps up the volume with big clip-on earings and ropes of faux pearls. Edna is still strutting her stuff, even if it is at a snail's pace. I combined the picture of Edna with one of a storefront window that had caught my eye in another New York neighbourhood
Even though neither image is technically good, I find that the haziness (some of it deliberate: it's called "noise") lends an appropriate mood to the composition. At any rate, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Here's the original Edna photo, surreptitiously snapped as she shuffled by the streetside table where C & I were indulging in vodka-sauced pizza and beers.