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Meet Jill Freedman Back in the 1970s, a gutsy blonde named Jill Freedman armed with a battered Leica M4 and an eye for the offbeat trained her lens on the spirited characters and gritty sidewalks of a now-extinct city. ...Her New York was a blemished and fallen apple strewn with piles of garbage. Prostitutes and bag ladies walked the streets, junkies staked out abandoned tenements, and children played in vacant lots. "The city falling apart," Ms. Freedman said one day recently in recalling that era. "It was great. I used to love to throw the camera over my shoulder and hit the street." 
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