The photo booth still remains one of my all time favorite things to do. The pictures are hardly ever really good, or well exposed but there is this honesty to them, a sense of fun in the moment, a sweet silliness. And it’s kinda fun to squeeze into the little booth and sit on the teeny tiny stool. Then there is the scary anticipation of when the flash will go off and will you be making a stupid face when it does… meanwhile you get to stare at yourself and make all these faces in the reflection searching for the right one. The you wait and wait until you hear the internal dryer just before the photo strip drops into the slot– it’s all very exciting. Voila, immortalized!
