I spent the better part of yesterday morning in a wedding photo studio slash salon as my host sister's boyfriend's cousin got her makeup done. The shop is filled with books (above) that serve as samples for the kinds of photos you can take with your newly-husband that will later hang all over your newly-house walls and become two oversized glossy albums on your newly-coffee table. Most of them have truncated and mangled strains of english song lyrics or things that are supposed to pass as poetry and decoration. The wedding pictures are all very similar to the girlied up portraits that every single 20-ish city-lass in china has had done. I flipped through the book of shots of the bridesmaid while we sat around her house later, and will never forget her "Bland Smile".
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