Some bitch.

Formally: A snapshot. There's no intended composition, except for the rule of thirds. No arabesques, no lighting techniques. That girl's framed, but her friends are cut off (are they even her friends?). Flash on top of the camera, you can tell from the shadow of the brim of her hat.

Because it's a snapshot, there's not much else to interpret besides the main subject. Because it's a snapshot, we know the guy on the right isn't important. The guy on the left, maybe. But the girl in the center is the focus. If the photog took multiple photos of these people, the deal breaker about which photo to choose would be her looks, her expression, her body language.

Why does she look so angry and annoyed? And that guy next to her—he has this grin on his face and a crazy eye. He's dressed like a scenester from the early part of the decade, you know, back when black blazers over tee shirts was a hip look. On her other side, well, who cares. Some guy; he's half cut-off. We can't even see his face. But this girl is the star, she's the reason the photographer came over. She's looking a little shifty with only one smoky eye showing. She's got her hair down, a woven hat on, and she's smoking a cigarette. A misplaced country bumpkin? Not in that company, and not with those looks.

Black leather furniture, dark clothing, cigarette in hand—they're at a club, a scene, some spot in the city.

There's just pretense everywhere—from the showy way she's holding that cigarette, to the mise en scéne. It all reminds me of an affected Express ad.

The way the two of them are staring, it's like the photog interrupted their conversation. Like they were really getting somewhere before this shutterbug showed up. Maybe that's why she looks so annoyed, like some bitchy girl you hated in high school. But their bodies are oriented toward the camera, so either the seat is not conducive to face-to-face conversation, or they had engaged in conversation with the photog beforehand.

And what is she holding? Probably a bag, a book? Some papers? It probably doesn't matter. All that matters in this photo is documentary; she was there. But she's not about to let this photog turn her into an advertisement. "So what? I'm here. Leave me alone," she seems to say. Or maybe she's just not happy that the photog is catching her at her least glamorous moment.

Who is this girl? Who does she think she is?