Hysteria Over Last Packs Of Polaroid Film
I do blame/credit the hysteria over the very quickly disappearing boxes of Polaroid film on some of the photos that have been coming out of my Spectra. It’s part psychological trauma transferred to film and other people feeding on my mania.
I got an email from a friend the other day and she said how nice it was to see me the night before and how I blathered on about the apocalypse and Polaroid film and then just walked away. Or maybe she walked away, which I wouldn’t blame her for. Our good friends Agent Lover and Klaus are planning some type of Apocolyptic Polaroid website, so maybe I was thinking of that…who really knows.
POLAROID DEMENTIA
The dementia and hysterics are clearly evident in this photo I took last weekend. There was hardly any “art direction” and zero planning. I just looked up and there were wigs and Jason Glover was showing off his new coat with a cool zip up hood.
The number of Spectra exposures I have increased today by 200! I scored a nice bit of film from the good people at Penn Camera (the old Cooper’s Camera Mart). First I bought out everything they had in the warehouse and then I found out they got a little bit more in and they were kind enough to give me more than I should have gotten. After the photo I just took, I now have 791 exposures left.
MY STASH
Us Polaroiders are really serious about our stash, exposure count, expiration dates and film envy may soon begin to blur with anger management issues. Check the Polaroid Stash group on Flickr if you don’t believe me. I keep thinking of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and everyone hoarding Wonka Bars for a Golden Ticket, but the difference is that every pack of Polaroid comes with a prize already in it.
