Bridal shop windows

Down on Chester Avenue

There’s something really sad about the displays in most bridal shops. All that white. I went through a phase of photographing them a lot when I was married. I suppose it was the contrast between all that white and black, sitting so close to the greys of the street. Disembodied hands, bodies without heads—what more could a guy want? The discrepancy between fashion and reality was just so intense.