Photos of illumined relatives dance across the sky. They are meant to enhance the living room, legitimize it. But all I can think of is: Is that her sister? Is this the son? Or the brother? I’ll also catch black and white photos meant to stylize the family, give it not just legitimacy but a political importance.
The portraits of the the family sitting in wicker chairs is more than enough to get me to go into the next room. Which is the kitchen. The only photos there are of food. In black and white.