I like your old stuff better than your new stuff.

 

 

Polaroids' were once my thing. I remember the first polaroid camera I ever laid eyes on,  it was owned by my hip ( yeah, I know that word is all so 80s'isque, but I was born in the 80s' yo) 20 something year old Auntie Jacklyn. It was so big and heavy that I could barely carry it, so much so that the photographs I took always seemed panoptic because of the little physical manipulation my tiny bones could handle. Still, I remember thinking that polaroids had some exquisite, mysterious facet which later allured my curiosity entirely. Maybe it's the steep price for film, or perhaps it's more akin to the hegemonic 'å la mode' these days, but polaroids have lost their magical zing which made me love them. So now I <3 lomo.