This image has been haunting me lately. Every now and again I cannot get a image out of my mind, now it's this photographs turn! The cracked glass negative, the eaten away emulsion, what is it that grabs and holds my mind? I think it is the pose and expression. Who was this woman? She displays herself as a submissive, worn down object for the photographers gaze. I wonder what happened to her, how long she lived, what was her name? Did she have children, was she happy at times? how did she end up in the brothels of 1912 New Orleans.
