Gail Albert Halaban is a photographer but she’s also a voyeur and she’s always been. At least that’s what she says in the essay in her new book, Out My Window.

She writes: “The Manhattan apartment where I grew up faces hundreds of windows, each providing its own show.”

I can so relate. I grew up in a ninth floor apartment with a telescope and binoculars. Which isn’t to say that we spied on people. Not exactly. We just enjoyed peering at our across the street neighbors on West Eighty Fifth Street. Especially the guy who used to sit on the fire escape naked with an umbrella.

Halaban is noted for her large-scale photographs of women and exhibitions called  “About Thirty” and “This Stage of Motherhood.”

The picture are interesting because they capture the small scale view of people  through the frame of their windows. It’s very evocative of living in New York and staring out absentmindedly at the world within windows.

The book happens to be published by Powerhouse Books in DUMBO. It’s coming out in October.