Pros: - Staying with someone who washes and dries a million pairs of identical Converse (later revealed to not be identical but are numbered in order of newness) which I think is a perfect polaroid moment. Cons: - Hastily throwing the polaroid into my bag moments after it was taken and running out the door, resulting in wet polaroid sticking to random brochure - a la fuck up.
Will I ever make the same mistake again? Probably.
Experimenting with the Polaroid 103 pack camera as 100 pack film seems to be the easiest to come by at the moment. I'm glad the film situation has forced me to pick up this camera as in the past I was afraid of the pack camera's and didn't think I had the patience to understand their nuances. Anyway we seem to be getting on okay. I love this shot although I can't entirely pinpoint why. I think it's tied up with the appreciation I have for the camera itself, which was made in the mid to late sixties, and I marvel at its capabilities more than I do modern/digital forms of technology. The camera is literally so giving. Are there many other art forms that you can hold in your hand only moments after the idea was conceived?
I had to shoot at least one Polaroid on my wedding day and although it's a little blurry it's magical to have another photo documenting the Polaroid moment. The other shot was a little Polaroid interlude between digi shots. The shots were taken at the amazing Bloomfield Hotel in South Yarra by the amazing Pete Daly.
I love that somehow Mavis has camouflaged herself within the surroundings of the studio. The cat did a similar thing in a Polaroid I shot back in July 09. I think we may have animals with super powers.
A buddy of mine (husband) has already blogged this as we both spied this random monstrosity hanging from the roof of a workshop. He shot digi and I shot Poly. I think I like his better, as it looks more ethereal. You can look at his version here Steve Gourlay's Blog
These were shot at the Mornington Peninsula. Sometimes I feel like I take too many beach Polaroids, but the colours are always amazing in real life and then with Polaroid film you just never know what will happen next.
These are the kind of polaroids I stare at and wish there had been just one 'better' variable. But of course, had it been a blue sky day, the bird may have never flown into shot with the F/A 18 Jet and the Roulettes may have performed their solo show on this day instead of escorting the Qantas jumbo on its Melbourne fly by. Such is polaroid life.