Years slid by, and Saxe kept photographing. The leather strap of her camera frayed more and more. The city reshaped itself around different centers: a waterfront redevelopment, a subway extension, a coffee shop that took over a corner where a small used-book stall used to be. People she had photographed aged into new roles—kids became parents, shopkeepers retired, buildings were repurposed. Her archive grew thick with these alterations, each image a small ledger entry. Friends joked that she was building a family tree of streets.
The phrase "saxe dasi" is likely a phonetic misspelling or a localized variation of "sexy desi," saxe dasi photo new