(NEW YORK CITY, NY) — I walk through New York City’s East Village twice a day. Although I’m trying to be better, I’m not very discreet about sneaking glances at the tattooed, hipper-than-thou rocker girls who frequent the cafés, video stores and bars of Avenues A and B. I can’t help creating little stories in my tiny mind about the lives of these women: where they’ve just been, where they’re going, whom they’re making plans with on their cell phones. Now, I know there’s a chance that the raven-haired girl in the peasant dress is winding down with a chamomile tea after an intimate photo shoot with enigmatic photographer Carrie Adams.

Like me, Adams has an eye for the ladies. Unlike me, during any given afternoon, she manages to capture the lives of these women in exciting ways.