polaroid

I have a fascination with Polaroids. Meaning that I want one. I think they are cute.

It's the sort of things I imagined that you find in old shoeboxes tucked away in the back of your closets. You open it up to find old Polaroids that you've taken with friends and family. Shifting through them makes you remember the old times, the times of your youth. It may be a little faded, yellowed, bent in the corners, stained, or creased, but the meaning of the picture never changes.

Polaroids are instant. Something captivating about the size of it that limits image size. The white space at the bottom to write words to compliment the image captured.

But Polaroids doesn't have to exist in forgotten shoeboxes. They can be tucked between glass and wood in mirrors, held up by magnets on fridges, or pinned down on cork broads.

I associated polaroids with memories. Lost memories. Happy memories. Nostalgia.

There's just something forever cool about Polaroids. They are perfect for lost loves and forgotten friendships. Polariods taken during those times serves as a forceful reminder of past relationships.

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Branding of the Polaroid: 1957-1977: Traces the development of the Polaroid brand by the person who helped create the brand

Great Polaroid photoblogs:
PolaroiDiary
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Professional Photography Portfolios from Polaroid