It is 8:30 and the street is beginning to come to life. The fruit peddler who keeps his fruits in the garage has arranged his tray. On the left Connie Damiani is on her way to her job at Plymouth Toy Co. 1951

Robert Frank made this gelatin silver print, "It is 8:30 and the street is beginning to come to life..." which is quite a mouthful, and yet says so little. He’s captured such a specific moment with a wonderfully loose approach. It’s almost like he's thrown a lasso around this ordinary morning and reeled it in for us to see. What strikes me is the way he's built up the image through layers of tone; how the soft greys of the street meet the crisp whites of Connie Damiani’s dress. The photo has a grainy texture that feels like it's been etched into the paper, reminiscent of the way Cy Twombly would layer chalk on his canvases. There's a beautiful kind of friction between the foreground figures and the hazy background, like a memory struggling to come into focus. That fruit peddler with his precarious tray is a character that you just know Frank must have spotted and felt an affinity with, maybe because they're both trying to hustle and make something beautiful out of the everyday. Like a lot of great art, Frank’s work reminds us that there's always another way of looking, another story waiting to be told.