The image of this young woman seems to be taken from above, but she’s just across the narrow street from me. I’ve backed up until I hit the wall behind me in order to be able to capture as much of her as possible. While I’ve never been a big fan of wearing scarves except for in only the very coldest of conditions (could be related to the same strangulation complex that makes me miserable in a turtleneck),she seems to wear it well. Even the splotch of brown paint which is spread across the bottom of her face seems to have its own strange appeal.
Barcelona Street Scraps 