He stands in the middle of a landing leading down to an underpass. He hopes to sell band-aids and razors (a thoughtful combo) to people pouring past him from all directions. I shot down at him from the top of the stairs. While I photographed him, nobody even glanced his way. This image tells us what it must be like to be totally ignored. The underpasses in Istanbul are min-markets for the impulse buyer. At the moment nobody seems to have such impulses.