The phrase “street photography” conjures a black-and-white shot of mid-century New York or Paris, in which unwitting bit players hurry about their business, revealing some idiosyncratic detail — a grimace, a stole, a sandwich board — to the quick-eyed observer on the other side of the lens. In that tradition, tabloid starkness merges with surreal poetry and a dollop of mystery. Who are these anonymous bystanders, we wonder? What do they tell us about urban tumult or the cacophony of…
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