polaroids

Since I discovered and appropriated my grandfather's old polaroid camera in the back of a closet rather soon after the maker's of Polaroid film decided the business was dead and it was time to bury it, I've been following any news of the future of the film pretty closely. There is hope after all....

I originally bought two packets worth, but those are long used up and I don't really have any excuses right now to spend $15 bucks a cartridge to stock up (c'est la vie) but New York Times just put up a polaroid picture gallery of 406 photos mailed into them after that article.

Here are a few of the beach related ones, because the sun finally came out:

This kid owns the sky...

ode to melissa

She is lovely and the most stylish person I know and always good for a long chatty diner breakfast or a TLC marathon of greatness or a silly photo shoot.

I took these photos while swinging...

A rare teeth smile!

Her arm was eaten by the sun.

regina spektor

Despite the fact that "On the Radio" became one of my least favorite songs of all time after overhearing it to death every single time I went to the cafe in high school (which was all the time every day) I'm pretty excited for her new album to come out. It's called Far and it'll be out June 23. Here's a single...

Laughing With

"boogie woogie bugle boy of company b" andrews sisters

more tattoos

jeux d'enfants/love me if you dare

It's an adorable dark movie with an Amelie feel that left me confused. In a good way. I think.

Julien: Perversion is just a matter of taste, it's like chinese food. You either like it or you don't. Except when you're chinese, you don't have a choice!