There is a misery and boredom to this photo. A blankness of expression. Even the dog - who I now only see for this first time - is hidden, like the emotion of the men and women, blending into the floor; the eyes of the dog are sad.
The man on the right: his coat is beautiful.
But the woman in the middle is inescapable; my eyes are drawn to her over and over; perhaps it is her sadness alone who moves me to assign meaning to the whole that is actually only particular to her, painting the whole picture with a glaze of bored misery simply because she has affected me in such a way.
Looking again: the woman in the middle is young.
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