While at the Institute of Arts, Helena, Ada, and I had out photos taken as heroes. My wig wasn’t rolled properly, so while in front of the camera (while it was going on) I was fixing it. Then my vest fell off. By the third photo, Helena was laughing quite hard, which luckily was captured by the camera.
I find it humourous that even though the photo booth took shots at constant intervals, it caught the fixing of the wig, the fixing of the vest, and Helena laughing all at the right moments. Yet Ada just looked forward and smiled the whole time.