Scoot or his assistance!. how spontaneous is this picture? Did you just shoot or you ask etc? I’m Very curious, I been following this blog for years, but this one comes from a totally different angle than the last thousands photos been post.
amazing use of depth of field and lowered angle catching half of window height pulls the eyes to subject level yet elevated from the street level. her forward motion stopped with 2/3 field behind her. this photo one of the best i have seen. bravo bravo bravo!
I humbly disagree with those who find something Hopperesque in this photo.
The photo does not create that sense of desolation so typical of Hopper’s paintings. And where is the light, that bright Hopperesque light that never fails to cast shadows deep down the voyeur’s soul?
One can easily tell that this woman’s eyes and hands are too busy searching. She has lost something, but that something is neither hope nor herself. I am sure that soon she’ll leave the spot, unlike those mannequins whose arms are hanging down as if in abandonment.
I wish there had been another photo of her standing in all her slenderness gracefully mounted on the pedestal of her lovely sandals.
Not all Hopper paintings are desolate, some merely enigmatic or ambiguous. Just what is she searching for in her bag? As for the light, Hopper usually has light from at least three sources, and I’ll agree there are just two – above, which seems to illuminate the pillar and her her skin, and the right of the photo. But the other Hopperesque feature is the shard shape produced by the pavement.
I have not seen all Hopperâs paintings. However, in the ones that I have seen and in which the subject is a solitary woman what I have perceived is a sense of desolation and hopelessness. Those women are not present, but absorbed in something from their past. What they have lost is gone forever and there is no bag, no matter how big, where they could look for it. In fact the very idea of searching for âitâ is alien to them because they know better.
I view them trapped in their setting bathed in âharshâ light where Hopper has placed them.
Contrarily, the subject of the photo above has lost something that she sooner or later will find or will be able to replace. She is quite present and anything but trapped. In fact, very soon her magic sandals will take her away to another store where she will make the wise decision of maxing out her credit card on a Fendi orange bag.
She’s so pale, frail and lovely, it looks as if she’s about to hop up through the window to join the other mannequins at work for the day!
Also: It interests me greatly that women in New York can wear such minimal summer clothing and still somehow manage to appear “dressed” — whereas in most other places (tropical islands aside), such an outfit would come off as sleazy. (Even when I just visit Manhattan, I feel perfectly comfortable wearing less fabric than would feel appropriate on the hottest day in San Francisco. (-: )