I was trying to explain to my grandma what being bisexual meant and saying that I looked at ladies butts and she was all
“You’re not GAY everyone checks out ladies rear ends” and my sister was like “I have never wanted to look at a ladies butt”
Later my grandma called me and was like “I THINK I MIGHT BE A LITTLE GAY”
what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at.
this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.
the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…