Bruiloft in de buurt van Kalianget, Madura c. 1912

This is a photograph by Frits Freerks Fontein Fz. called "Bruiloft in de buurt van Kalianget, Madura". I can almost smell the humidity hanging in the air. Look at the faces gathered under that makeshift shelter. It's all muted sepias and browns, with a kind of faded elegance, like an old memory struggling to stay vivid. I’m trying to imagine being Fz., setting up his equipment amidst a local wedding party. Did they even notice him, or was he just another weird outsider documenting their lives through a lens? Look at the rough textures of the woven walls and the improvised roof. It feels almost voyeuristic, this glimpse into someone else's celebration, so far away in time and place.