Martinique, where men are men?
For those of you who wonder why there are so many photos of women on my blog, I present Exhibit A (photo above)… Need you any additional explanation as to why I don’t often photograph the men?
A mini Miss beauty pageant winner blows the crowd a kiss…
The very young,
95 years young.
and the very old on the other hand, make excellent photo models. Both were found celebrating on the streets of Fort de France in the true spirit of carnival. A rarity however, as the predominant group (at least for this year), was the teenager. I have no idea where the mid twenties to mid thirties set were hiding… That remains a disappointing unsolved mystery!
Not that I have anything against teenagers out having a good time. It’s just that the generation gap occasionally feels like a chasm. For example:
Carnival teens.
Is it just me or do the girls look like they’re auditioning for the next production of Lolita?
Give me your wallet or else…
And the boys…. What’s with the I want to look like a thug theme?
Hot pants with a use by date of this evening???
Frankly, I don’t get it…
Oh well, guess I’ll just get back to something I do understand…. Leopard hunting…
