All Things Must Pass. But the Prom, Somehow, Goes On.
Ever since Life magazine photographed a marathon prom at Mariemont High School near Cincinnati in 1958, proms have been a staple of American photojournalism, visual check-ins on the dreams, egos, libidos, fashions and sometimes the segregated realities of the nation’s youth, dressed to the nines and up all night to get lucky, or just to have fun.
Hard to believe the things still exist, really.
The prom at Raymond C. Cramer Secondary School in Goshen, N.Y., 50 miles north of the city, puts its own spin on those traditions. The students — just 120, from four grades — commute from several surrounding counties, and few have drivers’ licenses, so their social interactions, including dating, are largely confined to the school day, or through social media. Romance, here, typically yields to distance. . .
At Cramer, where the students have developmental disabilities, they get to enjoy all the dances. . .