Middle of our shoot last week, I took a Polaroid of Natasha. And it came out alllll fucked up. Bad pack, had that half-exposed, half-brown look you get. Immediately reminded me of all the times it’d happened in the past. Film is tricky, and every once in awhile you get a faulty batch. No worries.
Except, there are only so many packs of Polaroid film left in the world. So whereas usually I’d just shrug it off and move on, this time it hit like a mac truck to the chest.
Finite number of packs, and this one had 5 defective shots. That’s five shots given up to the Polaroid gods.
Then I got this one. And was suddenly happy again, because I had a Polaroid in my hand, something that might not be at all possible in a year or two.
