There is something inherently and discreetly funny about the photo of these five men, a groom and his four groomsmen (…‘’the four horsemen of the apocalypse’’ as he called them, although of course they were riding no horses…), that I can not put my finger on.

Like as if they are gazing at the future, at a wildly different angle, a surprising one, maybe knowing something that the rest of us do not, or maybe just having fun.

The groom loved the photo, and told me that he sent it over to all his – male – friends that attended regardless of whether they attended the wedding or not.