While on the all-day cruise to Angra dos Reis in January 1993 that our leader, Ron Oyer, had arranged for us, we drank caipirinhas, suntanned, mock wrestled, and generally lost track of time. I happened to notice one of our group reaching in a familiar way to rearrange the bathing suit front of a (presumably) close friend or partner. It struck me as simplistically sexy, so I quickly snapped my camera and preserved the image forever.