At first glance, this woman, a prostitute in the Storyville district of New Orleans around 1912, seems to have a look of insouciant amusement, of ironic detachment, on her face. Study it a bit longer and you see the sadness, the despair, in her demeanor. The insouciant attitude was probably a professional mask — good enough for a drunken client in a room lit by gaslight or lamplight — but starting to crumble a bit in the light of day.
I think it’s one of the most remarkable portraits in the history of photography.
This woman might have been walking along a street in New Orleans one day near where she worked and have seen an eleven year-old Louis Armstrong selling papers on a street corner.
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