In the late 70’s I went to a wedding of a distant relative. I was not a part of the planning party . . . fortunately, more of an observer. When the ceremonies were over, the young bride and groom and their supporting, nattily dressed, bridesmaids and groomsmen were on stage for pictures.
One person stood out. Even though everyone was turned sideways to the photographer, this groomsman insisted on facing forward . . directly forward. The photographer asked him to turn sideways like everyone else . . three or four times. Finally, the photographer went on stage and physically, but unsuccessfully, tried to make him turn sideways. The young groomsman was in a state of apoplexy trying to do what the photographer was asking. In his mind he WAS standing sideways!
At the time, I thought that covering him in Plaster of Paris, and using a crane, was the only way to get a sideways shot of this flappable gentleman. Finally, the photographer took the picture with the befuddled groomsman facing forward . . he, rather than the bride and groom, ended up being the focal point of the photo,
On reflection, perhaps that photo more accurately represented the reality of the situation. It was only us mortals who thought reality should be represented differently.
I still wanted to go on stage, use Plaster of Paris, and nail his shoes to the floor!