... I'll just leave the bacon-wrapped asparagus I made for the reception in the car, then...
I read an interesting article over at The New York Observer chastising this improv group for throwing a fake wedding in a crowded NYC subway, culminating in a staged fight. The Observer is upset over the fact that it potentially interrupted people's commutes, and in the end just isn't very funny.
What do you guys think? Great comedy stunt or big unfunny obstruction?
What does the photographer want us to feel when we look at this? Is the tangled kite some kind of a metaphor for her life? Was she somehow riding the giant kite and got stuck in the forest? Who would ride a giant kite next to a bunch of trees, anyway? In conclusion, I strongly dislike forced whimsy.