My camera and I were first caught by this woman’s classic old-school appearance, with her perfectly pressed petite coat and beret just so. It was as though she still dressed in the way that she did long before, in perhaps 1945.
As I followed her, shooting shots under the cover of darkness, this woman with poise would walk up to each and every shop window she came to, peer in for a quick look and then carry on to the very next window. I pondered why would she be doing this quick look into consumer land when I doubt she had any need for new material items for years. Maybe she was just window-shopping for a grand child for the up-and-coming Christmas season. Maybe. It seems more likely that even in a city of 2.5 million people, a person can exist alone, and be lonely. A person can still be isolated even in the midst of so many people. This woman was just killing some of the alone time with a brief escape into another place-a mini world inside of a shop window. I watched her stop at the street corner, as she probably had for four decades before, then cross the street and start the down the other side of the road, stopping at each window and carrying on to the next.