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© Joan Currie

Passing, glimpsing, everything seems accidentally but miraculously sprinkled with beauty, as if the tide of trade…had this night cast up nothing but treasure.
Virginia Woolf

As I peered in the windows of a millinery shop last night, Virginia Woolf’s voyeuristic essay, Street Haunting: A London Adventure came to mind. My imagination conjured up fantasies about who might buy these hats and to what occasions they would be worn. The mannequins appeared eerily lifelike.

Photos – Joan Currie