digital is dead
Once ubiquitous, the Photo Booth was first introduced to the world in 1925 by inventor Anatol Josepho, a Russian immigrant to New York City, when he unveiled on Broadway what would become an instant sensation and ultimately a cult classic.
Back in the day, photobooths dotted the five and dime stores, bus stations and the American amusement parks from coast to coast, while today only a handful of the analog photochemical machines still exist Globally.
In the era of smart phones and snapchat filters, where digital technology touches every aspect of our lives; there is a certain type of magic that extends well beyond retro-chic nostalgia in stepping into a vintage photobooth, and creating something tangible. There's a certain type of magic in waiting several minutes for the old-school machinery to process what was only 20 seconds of posing. Magic in reaching for the strip, just spit out into the catch-tray...still wet, and seeing for the first time the poses and expressions, unedited and unrehearsed. The evidence of crow's-feet and laugh-lines on a face; all signs of the many emotions experienced in a life well lived. Photostrips tell a story. And story-telling is an art.
While the majority in my industry are creating lucrative online photo subscriptions on popular sites; I'll be over here churning out one-of-a-kind analog-selfie momentos. Call me a Neo-Luddite, but I rather like the idea of there being a bawdy B&W keepsake, tucked into an envelope in the back of your sock-drawer. A few photostrips are scandalous and others playful; but all of them raw and beautiful and unreservedly "me".