Sometimes I am lucky enough to find a large, mixed lot of photobooth photos at a reasonable price. Along with dirty, scratched, bent, taped, torn or peeling photos, there will be those in pristine condition. However sometimes the condition just doesn’t matter.
All of these photos have suffered from poor handling and all being relatively new, are not sort after by the “serious” collector. I don’t give a rat’s fart about that! I love the joy and craziness exhibited in each and every one of them. I hope you do, too.
All the photos come from a country that is great, always has been great and doesn’t need to be “made great again”, the United States of America.
Opening my present.
I got a lovely gift at the office Xmas party* this year – an Oroton handbag**, no less! Jolly japes and mischief were the order of the day. Copious amounts of hooch were consumed and a fun time was had by all.
A bit worse for wear.***
*I don’t work, so this is a bald-faced lie.
** Actually something my Grandmother once owned.
*** Not drunk. Just clumsy.
**** This is part one of a three part Christmas themed series. Hopefully. . .
I purchased this half strip of photobooth photos from an online seller based in Serbia. On the back is written Paris 17.12.66.
I was particularly attracted to this strip due to the broad, mirthful smiles on all three sitters but particularly by the lady on the left’s expressions. I love the way her glance moves towards her friend in the second shot. There is something so cheeky and appealing in her two poses. I love her!
Once again, I also find some sadness in the fact that these photos have been lost to their owner. Death, broken relationships or accidental loss could account for it. The vicissitudes of life sadly toss us about and of course, it is no different for photos.