poladroid, revisited
i hate going to sleep feeling like this.
remember poladroid?
like they meant something. like there was a life in these photos that was far away and wasn't actually your own, but to the viewer, it was yours, and they would obviously long for what you had and what they didn't.
it's weird to be on both sides of this. viewing these little objects, these small moments and wishing you had this.
when you did.
you picked out the dishes. you took the pictures. you processed them. you put them on the internet. this is your life and it's remarkable how ordinary it is on the other side of the lens, looking back so many months.
maybe this is what they call nostalgia.
don't mistake this as me disliking the current era; i'm not. there's just a certain cozy atmosphere that poladroids are able to effortlessly infuse into a moment. and it's an incredibly desirable feeling right now.
i think it's time to revisit the poladroid machine.
remember poladroid?
like they meant something. like there was a life in these photos that was far away and wasn't actually your own, but to the viewer, it was yours, and they would obviously long for what you had and what they didn't.
it's weird to be on both sides of this. viewing these little objects, these small moments and wishing you had this.
when you did.
you picked out the dishes. you took the pictures. you processed them. you put them on the internet. this is your life and it's remarkable how ordinary it is on the other side of the lens, looking back so many months.
maybe this is what they call nostalgia.
don't mistake this as me disliking the current era; i'm not. there's just a certain cozy atmosphere that poladroids are able to effortlessly infuse into a moment. and it's an incredibly desirable feeling right now.
i think it's time to revisit the poladroid machine.