There’s something haunting and oddly magnetic about this late 19th-century tintype, snapped along the boardwalks of Coney Island when the seaside resort was at its rowdiest. A group of five are posed against a studio backdrop, but fate has erased their defining feature: their faces. What remains is a ghostly tableau, a Victorian snapshot where identity has been replaced with blank anonymity.
There’s something haunting and oddly magnetic about this late 19th-century tintype, snapped along the boardwalks of Coney Island when the seaside resort was at its rowdiest. A group of five are posed against a studio backdrop, but fate has erased their defining feature: their faces. What remains is a ghostly tableau, a Victorian snapshot where identity has been replaced with blank anonymity.