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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.

This strip of photos was bought online. This photo’s date puts it smack in the middle of the US involvement in the Vietnam conflict at a time when President Lyndon B Johnson had escalated military involvement (1963 – 1969). Not mentioned in the listing was the fact that one of the soldiers is identified on the back and that they were training at Fort Gordon, Georgia making this a particularly interesting group of photos.

I am hopeful that both the lads in this great record of comaradery survived the war. I am not sure that I have interpreted the handwriting correctly but I am glad to say that no Tomsen, Thompson or any other spelling variation of that name, who also came from Maryland, is listed as a casualty at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial website.

Gabrielle, Photobooth, 14/6/2012

I was thrilled to discover this divine strip of photobooth photos while browsing other wordpress sites. Not only is Gabrielle Delacour, who is the author of the blog and subject of this strip, an afficionado of the booth but a Melbournite to boot. If you browse through her blog you will see a great example of the best of Melbourne style in her lovely retro inspired cossies.

A few words from Gabrielle to finish – I’ve always had my bob. From a young lass with a bowlcut of strawberry blonde to a black, angular cut as a late teen, and now a more sophisticated, sleeker darker brown version. I’ve dabbled in other styles briefly, growing it out just to cut it back once more. Nothing compares to a tapered neck-line, a perfectly shaped fringe and a graduated bob. I so totally agree, Gabrielle!

These photomatic photobooth images are from the USA. Though undated, they appear to be from the WW2 era. They were probably taken in the same machine around the same time, possibly even within the same hour, as the visual evidence in hair and clothes might tell us, but also as the cardboard backing that supports the photo is, unusually, upside down on all the images.

I suspect that the first two photos were taken while the lady stood beside her man. You can just see a part of what appears to be an arm in the second pic that has the same tone and texture of the suit she is wearing in the subsequent images. They then pull over the second, darker curtain and in jumps his lady for the next series of flashes.

When searching for photobooth gems to add to my collection I always keep an eye out for any series of pictures that shows the same person in different poses or at different stages of their lives. Even if it is imagined, there is more of a story to be seen when a face is viewed in different modes. There is a tentativeness about their togetherness that I find endearing. Maybe they had just met. Maybe they were not demonstrative types. Given the era of these photos I am musing on the fate of these anonymous faces. Military service at any time is fraught with danger and uncertainty. Did this young man survive the war? If yes, did their relationship survive it?

The red spots you can see on the last image are the remains of a red elastic band, which, luckily didn’t touch much of the surface of the photo. The back of one of the other items is covered in solidified rubbery goo. I like finding these little pieces of evidence that at one point they were carefully stored together and therefore loved by someone, before being flung out into the world and an uncertain fate.

Rally’s Drive-In Restaurants, Inc. first fired up the grill and started cooking in 1985 in Louisville, Kentucky, making the earliest possible date for this pic 1985.  This Read More

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A lovely snap of two ladies who were obviously really close. A Grandma and her Granddaughter perhaps? So sad that no one cared enough to keep it in the family. Read More

Not a spectacular photo, possessing neither a particular period outfit or anything else that makes it stand out, however this young lady is dear to my heart due to her resemblance to a dear friend, Lisa and her daughter, Saskia who is my Buddha Child, as her parents don’t believe in God.

This photo comes from the USA and was with other images that date from the 1930s and 1940s. I would place the time of capturing the fresh face of this young lady as mid 1940s due to the other pictures but think it could as easily be any year up to the 60s.

These two pics are ones that never fail to bring a smile to my lips. Aügüste is obviously delighted to be getting her photo taken. Is she showing off her jaunty new hat Read More