I remember taking this photo. I was walking along the lane in Covent Garden with some girls, new to London. It was day 2, and we were on a lunch break from our rigorous orientation. Being new somewhere, you can sense when you're probably not going to be friends with the people you immediately befriend for much longer. It's just a situation of immediate convenience.
There is something to be said for that quiet, psychological contract. It's much better than being alone, in a big, new city, left to your own devices to get around and experience the grandeur.
That's when we came upon this doll...
There she was, lying alone, abandoned, and forgotten in the midst of the lunch-time rush. On a very crowded pavement in the heart of London, businessman and grocers alike were just stepping over, around and aside so as to not disturb the blip on the walkway.
It was more than obvious our friendships weren't steadfast because they couldn't see the luscious beauty encapsulating irony in this shot.