Memento mori Monday!
On Tuesday! Some early cheesecake. While not particularly evidenced by these photos, my father was a professional photographer when I was little. I think he shitcanned it around the time of my birth - my sister got the full onslaught of his shutterbugginess in her childhood, but also, she was Gerber-baby pretty, with perfect Chicklette teeth. He gave his reasons, when asked, for closing down his studio as his weariness of 'drippy babies', which was never hard to swallow, since my father loathed children for the most part. As with most of the photos from this time, I covet most of the furniture. This would be 1954 and the Oriental mid-century motiff was in full swing. Ah, political incorrectness.....

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