|Shot in Toronto, Canada with my Polaroid SX-70 Alpha SE using expired 600 film|
She's grace and love
She sells her words for money
She needs this money to live
She's, the poet...
What started out as just an opportunity to take a picture of this beautiful woman, turned into something deeper for me. As Devin and I were walking by, she asked me if I wanted to buy some poetry. I declined. Instead I asked her if I could shoot her and I would donate to her cause... She insisted on giving me a poem anyway for my payment. I walked away and quietly read her words. She deserved way more than I had given her for her bravery.
Does it matter MORE if someone "looks" poor?