Team Edward or Team Jacob?
The reader who submitted this admitted to being one of the people in the photo. The picture was taken for a flyer for an “alternative opera-cabaret-burlesque show.” And it wasn’t Photoshopped.
It’s almost like if Avril Lavigne played the harp, and had a twin, and liked backlit photos, and… never mind. Not enough eyeshadow.
This requires no comment.
I regret to inform you that this is not the Harlem Globetrotters.
The judges were, however, impressed with your ability to balance random objects on your fingertip.
I didn’t know you played the horn!
Or wore skinny jeans!
“I’m pretty sure.”
“Well, ready… aim… You’re fired.”
I really don’t want to know what that squatting violinist is up to.
But at least, in the end, they reach the golf cart on the right-hand side of the street.
Or should that be “plenty of horns”?
And just look what those biceps can do.
AND, you’re standing in my light.
As @dasmooke said, the sunlight is most intriguingly placed.
The winning caption comes from @zerbinettasblog: “He is an angel sent from heaven to sing you an aria, then sell you a crappy used Peugeot.”
Another one in the category of “let’s carefully lay out all our instruments on the floor” while the musicians sit back. In what looks like an empty airport lounge.
If not a feather, perhaps was it an earthquake that knocked them over? A hurricane? Tornado?
And what are we supposed to think of that leg wrap-around? Gentlemen, care to explain?
But none of these trios had figured out the Eternal Piano Problem: how to include the pianist’s instrument in a photo shoot without draping everyone awkwardly around the piano itself.
Fear not. There is a solution.
A tiny, toy solution.
He got tired of feeling like a mere prop to lovely women in red dresses.
They wouldn’t even look at him.
So he took matters into his own arms.
Also: color balance, anyone? That poor horn player looks a little jaundiced.
Sometimes, we’re just left without words.
Two different people have sent this one in.
Cloud computing, yes. But cloud string quartets?
We didn’t think it would happen, but here’s a photo of a male musician lying on the floor.
Sorry for the small photo.
This introduces a whole new category, in the words of the (female) harpist who sent this in: “Male harpists who have to proclaim their masculinity by knocking their harps over.”
What is it about lying down?
On the floor.
Under the boardwalk.
Legs up the wall.
Oh, and if anyone see any pictures of *male* performers lying on the floor, send them in.
Actually, just hide behind your violins altogether.
Because if you can’t see us, we can’t see you… wait, that’s not how it works?
Each player subsumes his or her identity to the larger ensemble. Or just hates having photos taken. Or something.
Or is that what those two guys are toasting to?
Also, I want to see a fountain spraying out of the saxophone.
Thank to @leahkardos for this photo.