Bellocq's prostitutes.

"Nobody cared much about Bellocq. He was a nobody--an old photographer, slowly going senile while living off of a small annuity income, who wandered around downtown, frequented camera stores, and kept trying, well into his seventies, to talk to the pretty young women photographers who frequented the camera stores. He died without issue, and nobody gave him a second thought.

…he makes no moralistic plea for the fallen woman. On the contrary, these portraits sharply capture a raw chaotic space of humanity, necessity, and sexuality, pushing Bellocq's work beyond his half-hearted attempts at pictorialism to the cusp of modernity. He reached into outrageous situations, and from them pulled existential gems of clarity." (exquisite corpse, images too), 'nother