This is a photo of my dad, snapped in early 1949 in St. Lambert, when he was eight-and-a-half years old. I think it was taken with orthochromatic film – that would explain why the red sweater looks black.
The expression reminds me so much of a look Child Three uses.
Bonus measures of repute:
Concordia thinks I’m an expert!
And B. Glen seems to like my wryness.