Jack Kerouac wrote an introduction to The Americans, Frank’s legendary book. (“That little ole lonely elevator girl looking up sighing in an elevator full of blurred demons, what’s her name and address?”)

50 years later a woman walks into an exhibition and is completely surprised to find herself staring at her 50-years-younger face. Yes, it was her, elevator girl, with a name and an address and even a few blurred demons still walking besides her, probably.

She remembers those times, working the elevator of a Miami Beach Hotel. But she does not remember Frank: “Tourists where always taking pictures of me”, she says. And señor Robert Frank was just another one of them.

(Listen to an interview with her here.)

(Via Lens Culture.)