![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzbD-96IZYNGbLpgx8G6keKmycF8jflzFD7oprG0xfvs9giN4-XwtvSf7ggcpyseVtJgCm1PMzbo4r6Gx8-msbXyc7XVVAOQdPcaty2TlCPQYu_0IHem_bARc6HheExo1bZOUoBCS7c0/s400/Ballerinas.jpg)
There's an entire era of color photographs that over time have color-shifted toward red and purple. Some error in the chemical formulas at Kodak means that most memories of that era have a magenta cast. But that's just one aspect of this picture, which intrigues me as a portrait of adolescent girls, in tiaras and tutus and theatrical makeup, still dreaming of princes, and the folk art quality of the too-bright light, the not quite graceful poses, the girl at upper left who can't control her joy - the whole unknown backstory of ballet class at Miss Patsy's School of Dance and the spring recital. For all its artifice, it's an honest American portrait.
No comments:
Post a Comment