Arbus wrote eloquently about her own work and often supplied texts to accompany photographs she made for magazines. One of her best-known statements is: "a photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know". Here she photographs a young woman on a bench in a park in Greenwich Village. She seems a forlorn, almost ghostly, figure – her bleached hair, white frilled top and pale skin and lipstick all contrast dramatically with her dark eyes and pencilled eyebrows. In the picture and the caption Arbus draws our attention to the locket around her neck, which is the kind that might have a picture of a loved one inside. This locket and her sad gaze suggest a story – perhaps of lost love – that cannot be revealed by the photograph alone.