I love nothing more than a good found photo. I'm a scientist by trade, and so I guess it's not surprising that I like to reason what's going on in a photograph using often subtle clues. The one above is the bar upon which all found photos should be judged - it is the high water mark among lost and anonymous vintage images. The personal dynamics going on here could fill a book.
Take for instance the couple in the foreground. They seem like an average looking pair; perhaps a potential relationship caught at its moment of conception. They stand too far apart to really know each other well. Their choice in checkered clothing, lack of noticeable jewelry and their plain haircuts suggest like minds. In stark contrast are the couple in the back. She is an absolute knockout, posing as if on the cover of a fashion magazine. He, on the other hand, is just straight up uncomfortable. The Tetanus Rictus grin, the awkward limbs, the pained stance..... he will not be hooking up with the girl to his right. Not now. Not ever.
Someone help me out here. Amid a luau, a man in a crew-cut has his tie sliced in two, much to interest of the younger more attractive youths. A prank on dear ol' dad, or merciless humiliation of a neighbor? I'd like to think it's the former, but none of the onlookers seem to be laughing.
Jarts were basically giant darts with a heavy duty sharp metal point that could slice through human flesh like a hot knife through butter. Next to cage fighting and playing with broken glass on a busy street, Jarts ranks as one of the most dangerous pasttimes ever. Judging by the girl's expression, that airborne Jart is about to impale an innocent bystander.
