Reflection, Intersection Window up, Window down
One of the joyous things about film is that you can have an undeveloped roll of it just kicking around, waiting to pounce on you.
It was one of those balmy Indian Summer days, post brunch, a little heady after a bottle of champagne. My friend Julie, peeking in the mirror, grabbed my Holga to snap the old Polish ladies chatting on the corner. A reflection, not a double exposure. Moments later at a stop sign, I noticed the hand-foot-knee-mirror combo and was happy to have the little plastic camera at hand. And then these 2 frames showed up , knee to knee.