Some instincts are universal. Birds migrate south. Salmon swim upstream.
And men… step into the middle of group photos.
Across 768 pages, spanning decades and styles, a strangely consistent pattern unfolds:
One man. Many women. And without fail, he gravitates—no, claims—the center spot.
Different men, different faces, different places… but the pose? Identical.
It’s as if there’s a secret male handbook that says: ‘Gentlemen, always take the middle. It’s tradition.’
But is this bold centering a power move? A deep evolutionary urge? Or just a cosmic joke that keeps repeating every time someone says, ‘Okay, everyone say cheese!’
And the big question: is this instinct fading with time… or will future generations of men keep marching straight to the middle?
