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25 October 1997, Luna Park, Melbourne

Despite having taken many long hours trying to get all my booth photos in chronological order, my desperately depleted brain seems to have worked against me most spectacularly. For the project with Dick Jewell I initially put all the strips of me alone in booths, in what I thought was the correct order. For phase two of the project I added images of myself and others in booths taken in Australia and around the world. As soon as I thought I’d cracked it, new pics would turn up from some long forgotten box or I’d realise that all those lovely sequences from June to August 1998 were actually a mix of June to August 1998 and 1999.

I really should have changed my hairstyle more often, then such mistakes would have been immediately obvious. To cut a long and frustrating story short, after a considerable break, I now return to adding some of the photos from the series that sparked my passion for photobooth photographs. I hope I’ve finally got everything in the right order.

This picture is one of a strip of four. I am pictured with my dear buddy Coral whom I met when travelling in South America with Helen. Coz was here from France to visit relatives. When we first met in Peru in 1989, she was taking time off from teaching in Sydney. She travelled in the Americas for two years before briefly returning home, prior to decamping to live in a 13th century water mill in France.

If you have a hankering to visit the wilds of the Midi-Pyrénées Coral now runs a successful Bed and Breakfast business from the mill, Moulin du Goth, with her husband Bill. She and Bill have spent many back-breaking years restoring the mill and garden (with a little help from the snail erradication experts, Moana and I). They deservedly receive return visits from guests from all over the world.

This strip is part of the series Photobooth 41 Year Project. You can see all the posts that document the series by clicking here.

I had coffee yesterday with one of my university lecturers, Bronwyn who is a glass artist and art historian. We have only recently discovered that we live in adjacent

villages on the Mornington Peninsula. In discussing our creative pursuits photobooths came up, of course. As a glass artist Bronwyn was thinking of hopping into a chemical black and white booth to pose with a sheet of glass, in very much the same way I did in this first of a digital series, started in May this year.

After exclaiming about the coincidence of us both having the same idea, I tried to persuade her that my writing a post about her example, is a very fine idea indeed. I hope to be able to present her interpretation of the concept at some point in the near future.

I love these two images from 1930s Germany. They remind me of my maternal grandmother who had a fondness for fox in the same era in Australia. I wore her arctic fox fur muff and matching stole to many costume parties when I was in my late teens.

She also had a grey fox stole whose little mouth was a clip that attached to the tail, as it seems to do in this lady’s example. Despite the fact they are desperately not PC, I mourned their loss when I discovered they had moulted completely while in storage during one of my forays overseas.

Looking at this woman I uncharitably mentioned to a friend that she looked a bit like a fox, but my companion could not agree. “Nope, Kat, not a fox. Definitely a ferret.” Either way we agree that she has something of a small furry creature about her, that ties in well with her fashion choice.

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