Familiar Faces

There’s something about this frame that feels like déjà vu.

Not because I’ve seen her before, but because she belongs to a certain kind of photograph - the ones that defined what street photography feels like. Think of those quiet, observational moments from Saul Leiter, Vivian Maier, maybe even Fan Ho. All light, texture, and timing. A hat tilted just right, a coat that tells you it’s cold, and an expression that says everything without trying.

She passed through the market with that same timeless energy — composed, unhurried, completely herself. I barely had time to raise the camera; one frame, then she was gone.

Looking at it later, it had that same pulse you find in those classic shots, that strange balance between chaos and calm, movement and poise. The rhythm of people simply being, unaware they’re part of something that might last longer than the moment itself.

It’s photos like this that remind me why I fell in love with the street — because sometimes, all it takes is a hat, a line of light, and a split second to feel like you’ve caught a piece of time that could sit comfortably anywhere between 1955 and now.