I do not know but fucking creepy.
From the plates on the table, it seems to have been some sort of gathering. But which ones were the guests? The woman? The barefoot photographer? The dark haired guy with his hand on the telephone?
This reminds me of that zine you have that's pretty much just polaroids of a couple picking up a boy.
I love that zine.
What a damn ho. For shame, for shame.
I say, ho it up without shame!
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