A woman wearing high lace-up boots and a short dress of lightweight fabric stands in the doorway of a brothel, presumably where she works. Nothing else distinguishes the façade of the building except for a faint number 2 above the door; no signs or other markings identify the type of establishment.
A fur stole is casually draped around her neck as if it were a cuddling pet, with its long tail trailing down her body. Although she stands in the shadows, she is brilliantly illuminated; the sunlight ironically bathes this woman of the night. She engages with the photographer, Eugène Atget, openly and directly, smiling as though she has encountered him before. Atget frequently photographed women in and around brothels, since he had no access to professional models or respectable women.