Given how popular fancy dress parties were in the 1970s, you’d think they would turn up more often. Perhaps people are wisely getting rid of those pics before disposing of their snapshots! The awful, tacky get-ups, the stereotypes, the smeared make-up on men, the giddy, gaudy, god-awfulness of it all is so endearing. In the late-hour, full-swing drunkenness of these pics we see true humanity poking through, and it is beautiful.
“When I see a picture I don't like, I actually have a slight gagging feeling in the back of my throat. When I see one I like, a feeling of relaxation washes over me. It’s like falling in love.”
From: The People who Collect Stranger's Memories (The Atlantic September 26th 2016)