No, they actually remind me of my city 1950s through a B&W lens. Although I was born in 1954, I have vivid memories of events, places and people from the late part of this era. There were people dressed to the “9s”, crisp and fresh; ready to show style.
Goodness, there’s a lot going on in this picture. Love the boy, pigeon-toed, pants bagging around the ankles and all. I can’t figure out the foot treading on the dress–it almost looks cloven.
Syncopated Eyeball 
Each time I see “…went to a wedding”, the universal language brings me back to my country’s southern region.
How’s that, Barry?
The traditional dresses and people.
Antebellum?
No, they actually remind me of my city 1950s through a B&W lens. Although I was born in 1954, I have vivid memories of events, places and people from the late part of this era. There were people dressed to the “9s”, crisp and fresh; ready to show style.
Oh, I see. You’ve just reminded me of Jessica Lang in the murder house series of American Horror or whatever it’s called. 🙂
or Hitchcock.
The Hitchcock blondes?
Yes, very much. The shadows and geometry… all play into this ideal.
Décidément tu n’arrive pas a trancher le nœud …!!!
Well, I certainly don’t want to be tying the knot in the first place!
Beautiful composition – that bit of lace is just right.
Thanks, Richard. 🙂
Great sense of balance in this composition – also one of anticipation.
Thanks, Joseph. I am quite surprised at how my wedding shots turned out, i.e. I rather like them!
Trousers for a young lad to grow into?
Or maybe borrowed for the occasion?
Goodness, there’s a lot going on in this picture. Love the boy, pigeon-toed, pants bagging around the ankles and all. I can’t figure out the foot treading on the dress–it almost looks cloven.
I think the ‘foot treading on the dress’ is the bridesmaid’s arm. 🙂