This is precisely the type of work I produce when I go for a wander in Boston. I find I pay attention to reflections because they allow you to compose what you see with elements in front of you and borrowed from somewhere else. It turns into a game of minor adjustments, a subtle dance that I try to hide from passersby, but ultimately I probably just look silly. And that’s A-OK with me.
There’s a couple great sight lines here, namely the diagonals that cut through her torso and continue on down and the perceived line cast from the dingy lights at top center onto her. Perhaps that’s less strong, but I see it as an unglamorous and absent illumination cast onto this model that’s used to having fancy strobes rain down their lightning onto her.
These sentences are drawing awfully long… perhaps I’m in tired-writing-mode, and … well, more hair to shoot today!