This is such a static image, and the title seems to refer to way more than the bars and vertical stripes. In front of the divider the man's face is hidden by other printed faces and the woman looks like a mannequin. The people on the far side look only slightly less vapid. Terminal ennui has set in, abetted by the underexposed central area and the disintegration into heavy grain. Dextrous presentation of a mood that can be hard to pin down.
Interesting urban tableau. The interesting-looking guy (?) at right is wearing a heart locket, and Salman Rushdie is reading the paper at left (and holding it so close he really should consider that SpecSavers deal on the back page). Can't ask for much more cafe theatre than this. Plus some grain for seasoning. Thank you.
Some terrific and horrific expressions, nonetheless classic looking on the participants. I get the behind bars feel, but even more scary is the fact that they are trapped, equally, by boredom and modern frustration, not simply by a cell.
Our privileged pair care not for his torment. They know they are better. It would be a crime against nature to move to undo the disparity in their lots.
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