It’s been decades since high school yearbook, but as I recall an image printed like this is said to ‘span the gutter’.
Like anything with a fine line between doing it well and making a hash of everything, there’s an art to it.
When something spans the gutter well–as this does–and is subsequently re-documented, there’s always–at least to my sense of things–an intense physicality that the image takes on.
I mean this is a tasteful, well executed image. However, presented as it is here it shifts, becomes in its tangibility, almost illicitly salacious–and that intense ambiguity serves the image well.