As a little girl I remember putting a red dupatta over my head at parties, before running around and pretending I was a bride on my wedding day. Somehow, taking these photos brought back memories of how entranced 6 year old me would be by Bengali brides, and how I would spend hours wondering what my own wedding would one day be like.
It's funny looking back at my innocence now, but I still feel like there was always something so magical about Bengali weddings that I never really got over.
Anyway, these are just some photos of Eliza in a red dress, occasionally putting some tulle over her head. However, I hope they invoke just a little sense of how ethereal I felt brides looked, as a child.