As photo’s I find the colours very unsettling as they are drab, drear, and my memory
of clowns – circus ones’ , is of kinetic and balletic compression of the human condition –
first recalled as seeing Charlie Cairoli …… George Robey at least 65 years ago so as a child
and that stays with you, and, when the circus left town, Keaton, Chaplin, Arbuckle, Hay, Moffat, Fernandel, Tati, Laurel, Hardy, Wall, Dainty all took over – Kinetics! And, fine photo’s they are, I’d far rather have seen full figures in animated movement and, in this case, in Sepia as the make up and clothes are very similar in both series and so, along with the rather torpid look of some of this lot,
close, but [ & I have to say – For me ] no cigar, Monte Cristo or exploding sort. x
rather wet washing look on some of those having their photo took here,

Adrian

The last clown I saw was called Grandma, who worked for the Big Apple Circus, which visited New Hampshire every summer for a week, until insurance costs became prohibitive. Ah, the tears of a clown …

Thanks, John, for another wonderful set of portraits.

Thanks.