The story of Lucia begins in a second-hand store in town and country village — a store my mom and I go to often to pick out some interesting vintage clothes. When my mom met Lucia in the store, she picked out a 20-dollar dress and tried it on. “ It's half price but she still doesn’t have the money for it.” When my mom talked about this experience with me and my dad, she said, “She's homeless, but she still cares about her looks a lot. You can notice her pink dirty braids from 10 meters away.”

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“I am 63 already, but I feel like you, like a 17-year-old every day. I like to dress myself.” She was exceptionally cooperative the entire time and described to me her experiences taking pictures when she was a child. "We all needed to go to a very dark, dark room, and it usually took ten days for the photos to come out. I haven't had a photo shoot since the '70s, when I was in high school...