My father preparing for the Soukhouan procession

I just love this photo of my father preparing for procession to join the Soukhouan Ceremony. That was on April 21, 1964. He is tall, handsome and wear a simple costume composed of a white shirt, the four-meter long silk wrap, a scarf 'phabieng' with black shoes and calf-long white socks. He bears the bamboo stick that carries the flower arrangement, the tray for the souls, the 'Phakouan' that the groom has to bring to the ceremony that takes place at the bride's home.

There, a second 'phakhouan' is already prepared and awaits the pairing. Next to my father is his sister Siseng and his cousin-brother in law Sisouk. They are ready for the procession of the groom to go to the bride's home. This scene is so different from what we see in today's weddings, which are all about splashing your wealth, the 'm'as-tu-vu' and bling bling. Et pourtant, 'and yet' our family in those times were among the wealthier. It feels like love can be seen in the most modest way, the more naked way.