It's those wacky Victorians. Apparently it was A Thing to do in mourning photographs. I'm personally struggling with the idea of wanting a photograph of myself in mourning. Especially considering that that was a time in which a photograph took concerted effort from all involved, and was not simply the case of someone happening to catch me in mourning.



But you know what's even creepier of the Victorians? Hidden Mother (http://www.ideafixa.com/as-maes-invisiveis).