Last weekend I found myself with my last pack of Polaroid 600, wondering what I would shoot with it. It's a favorite film and I wanted to make my last few shots count so badly, but I realised I was being too precious. This was meant to be fun. So when I heard a little voice calling my name outside, I knew exactly what I would be shooting with it.
I've been lucky to have my family living close by for so long. My niece and nephew have grown up a few doors down and weekends are often filled with my favorite tiny people. I'll be saying goodbye to them soon though, they're moving away and will be sorely missed. There will be lots of visits down the coast I think.
It's been a few years since I found myself falling in love with photography, and it all began because of a little folding polaroid camera. An SX-70. My boyfriend, the Industrial Designer, found one and was naturally spellbound by the genius design (I bet there was part of him that wanted to pull it apart, as boys do). We found some film and started shooting. I was smitten. A week later I had one of my very own and that was it, I was on a roll.
In some ways that little camera, and photography, changed my life. I began looking at the world from a new perspective and revelling in the tiny details around me. I was given pause and learned to observe my surroundings better. I was introduced to a new form of self expression. It made me a better designer. It gave me adventure and most unexpectedly, it gave me some of the most precious people in my life today. It also gave me quite a collection of cameras.
As much as I'll miss the 600 type film, I'm looking forward to shooting some new film by The Impossible Project. This camera isn't quite ready for retirement yet.