Ella Arbus Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Great Scott! Prostitute’s a wild one, huh? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig ever—yeah, sellin’ love for cash! Been around since forever, like way before my DeLorean hit 88 mph. Makes me think of Spirited Away—Chihiro stumblin’ into that crazy spirit world, right? “Work hard, earn your keep!” Yubaba’d scream that at her girls, and damn, ain’t that the prostitute life? Grindin’, hustlin’, no days off—makes me kinda sad, ya know?

Prostitute with a kneeling client, N. Y. C., 1970

Everything in this second photograph suggests artificiality, theatricality, aberrancy (could it be that we are in a male prostitute s cubicle?), as if this.

After that, I’m starving. I hit up this little spot on Via Garibaldi. They’ve got the best arancini. I order a plate, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to eat my food, and they’re going off about something dumb. I mean, c’mon, it’s Arbus! Chill out!

Francine Prose on Finding Art on a Coney Island Scary Ride (Published 2017)