26,000+ Polaroids over at Polanoid.net. Signs that I’m getting older are nostalgia for things like this. The sheer immediacy of the Polaroid camera struck me. I want a picture, now I have one. Even the click, buzz whir of the mini camera/darkroom had an appeal. Loading the thing felt like you were really doing something. Sliding that cartidge in and snapping it into place, then catching the first blank it spit out at you. Sort of a sense of power with the possibility of creative genius.
And thanks to my Dad for buying me one. Not to mention endless requests for cash to buy more film while I was in art school. Ten dollars for ten photos. Expensive even by todays standards.
