Here I present to you an exhibit on the evolution of the photobooth... The top picture is my baba (R) with a friend from work whose name escapes my mother. She's my age, almost 23, circa 1938... How mannered & sedate! & how spacious the background! I love her little half-smile...
Contrast this with the bottom picture, of Bryna (L) & I (R). We are crammed into the booth at the Calgary Greyhound station, pre-Folk Fest 2003. & lo, we are charming...
That is all.
2 comments:
which right do you mean?
um, the viewer's right...
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