This is an old postcard I bought many years ago as it caught my eye. I never sent it to anyone as it's a bit unique. I had it in my "letter writing" box, and the other day, Aila (newly nicknamed as Grabby), happened to pull it out.
Perfect. I realize I will probably never send this to anyone, but bought it for myself. I have always loved and been intrigued by historical photos, of real life situations that you can relate to on one hand, but it's contextually so different on another.
This scene is post-war Japan, still poor and emerging from a devastating war experience. A bride is heading to her wedding, in this case quite humbly, but with full celebration and wonder by the neighborhood kids. Her wedding attire, however, is full on. Would be fancy by even today's standards. She has the 角隠し (tsunokakushi), traditional Japanese wedding headwear.
There is something not so cool about that, but honestly, I almost find it tongue in cheek, seeing the horns not about bad characteristics, but strength. A bride with horns is powerul, and the groom may not know about the horns, but he will learn to understand, and if smart, appreciate.
I also am drawn to this picture because of the haircuts of the girls, the short bobcuts. My mom had a cut like that, and I can almost picture her being one of these young girls. I wish I could peek into her world back then.