They were photographing a model and then this woman with bright yellow hair walks by and stops, and she’s talking with someone on the phone and then one of the men in the photo group turns around.
And for some reason he is a bit put off by the woman being there although I can’t see why he would be because it’s a public street.
But then I couldn’t hear what she was saying and maybe she was talking about them or the model. There’s no way to know really, and that’s part of the beauty of photography – that things happen and we will never know the story.
I bet if I were to track down the man who’s turning round, he wouldn’t remember what it was all about.
And there’s not a lot of things you can say that about – that they capture something clearly and yet there’s no way to get into the past to see what was going on.
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