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In my post She Heard Her Broken Heart Would Heal in Time I mused about the possibility that the subject (above) may have been a man, not a woman. I had comments from people who thought “definitely” a man, another saying she looks like a cartoon, (yes, she does!) and that she is very androgenous etc.

I have since found for sale, from the same on-line merchant, more photos of the same subject.  I am much closer to believing it is a lady but still not 100% sure.  If it is a bloke, then he was very consistent in his depiction of his feminine persona.  Any thoughts?

Luna Park 21/01/1995

On Melbourne Cup Day 1994, I met my future husband, (unfortunately, now ex-husband), at a Cup Day barbeque hosted by a school friend. We both bet on the same horse that won the cup that year. From the first, we got on really well. We rented a flat in the Melbourne suburb of Balaclava, coincidentally, not far from my favourite photobooths at Luna Park.

I was continuing to develop my hand-made greeting card ranges and thinking about how to move to the next step – publishing my designs.

Found, Luna Park, 08/09/1996

Today is the first time since 1996 that I have attempted to reconstruct this strip. Initially, I didn’t recognise these fragments as belonging together. I am surprised at how differently the pieces have aged. A possible reason for the vastly different tones, could be that some were discoloured by other items that were in the bin where they were found. I cringe at the thought.

So what happened here? This young couple entered the booth and snuggled up, looking at the camera, smiling as each flash went off. They waited excitedly for the photos to drop into the shoot. While still wet, they looked at them together and he agreed that there was at least one wonderful shot of her, but none of him that he could admire. She liked them all despite the off kilter framing. They couldn’t agree to disagree. Within five minutes he’d torn up the strip and binned it.

Our young lady returned later to retrieve the cast off images that she’d liked, for the most part not bothering to collect the images of him. She was still in a huff about the destruction of an, albeit flawed, memento.

Found at St Kilda’s Luna Park on the 4th of  August 1996.

Love the “stylish” white skivvy. Was that ever in fashion?

Lydia and I

August 1994, Melbourne

My last weekend in Paris was spent with Helen, Moana and her then new boyfriend, now husband, Mark. Not having met him before, Mark made a BRILLIANT first impression.

In our first exploration of the city together, the four of us decided to climb the Eiffel Tower. When we reached the top, Mark whipped out a hidden bottle of bubbly complete with champagne flutes. So many envious eyes were on us, as we watched the cork pop and fly off into the Seine. With the attention of all on the platform, focused acutely on his every word, he made a toast to us and our Parisian adventure together. I’m not sure about Helen or Moana but I felt like a veritable celebrity, sipping my drink in the elegant, albeit plastic flute, taking in the views of Paris and being the centre of attention. It was definitely a highlight of my three months in The City of Light.

Once back in Australia I again started making hand-made cards but with more drive and flare than I’d ever done before. I took a part-time job as a shop-chick at The Nature Company gift store, in Little Collins Street, (now unfortunately defunct), and set to work establishing as many outlets as I could for my paperwares.

The photo above was taken at Luna Park in St Kilda soon after my arrival home. I had lived with English national Lydia in Seynod, France while studying in Annecy. She was just out of Uni and full of a wonderful joie de vivre. She stayed with me in Melbourne for a week. During her stay we went to Phillip Island on a quest to find some of her long-lost relations.

Actual Size

Another favorite from my collection. Look at the broad nose, flat chest and vague signs of a five o’clock shadow. Is it just me or is this also a man in drag or is it simply that there were not as many woman using depilation techniques and make-up in the 30s and 40s? The lack of an adam’s apple could be evidence I am wrong. Maybe it is just me. And my Dad. He also thought it was a man.

I do have a penchant for the androgenous sitter in any photo.  I am always on the look out for them. Somewhere, I have hidden away, a brilliant cabinet card photo of a very posh looking “lady” who is the spitting image of actor/author/polymath (and one time comedy partner of House star, Hugh Laurie), Mr Stephen Fry. If you know what he looks like, you will understand that that makes her a very unusual looking woman.

I bought this from one of my favourite online sellers, Albert Tanquero. Check out his store if you have an eye for the curious. The title of this post, She Heard Her Broken Heart Would Heal in Time was used by Albert in the listing of this item. I do love a bit of romantic creativity in an Ebay seller!

On a popular Australian TV panel show, Spicks and Specks, there is a game that asks each panelist to choose whether the subject of a photograph is a musician or a serial killer. It is extraordinary how many times they get it wrong, choosing a guitarist as a mass murderer or a psychopath as a pop singer. With only one external representation of a person, it is easy to make false judgements.

Without wanting to trivialise such an horrific subject, I bought the photos above, because the sitter reminded me of Myra Hindley. She was one half of the duo responsible for the gruesome UK Moors murders in the early 1960s. I think my photobooth lady, above looks more like a sinister serial killer, with her sharply plucked eyebrows and unsmiling expression, than Myra herself,who is pictured below.

The tendency towards judging a person’s character from first impressions or one or two pictures, making our minds up on flimsy, visual evidence, is well-known to us all. How often do we see someone walking down the street and make judgements on their characters and lifestyles, based on how they look in that minute? How often do we assume a handsome Hollywood star, with a good PR machine on his side, to be as kind and sweet as the characters he portrays, only to eventually find out that behind the scenes he is a manipulative harpy or wife basher? How often are media representations of people, through careful selection and editing, used to manipulate our opinion?

Are we supposed to sympathise with the innocent abroad, falsely accused of drug smuggling? Yes? Then choose a flattering, smiling, professionally taken photo of the person. And if we are supposed to despise the calculating drug mule, caught red-handed with the dope? Well then, choose an unsmiling photo, taken from a bad angle, by a drunk friend, in bad lighting. Doesn’t matter that it is the same person, the perspective of the publisher is what we are seeing, not necessarily the reality.

Have a look below at the same lady of those wild staring eyes, photographed again, without the severe make-up and with more sympathetic expressions. I can now see her as a model or movie star.

In our media savvy world, I think we are mostly aware how often our opinions and emotions are played with by the Fourth Estate… or are we? I think we enjoy having our prejudices confirmed in the popular press and quietly disregard the tricks used to persuade us to a certain opinion.

Cherie and Kelly

Cherie and Eileen

Cherie Passport Photo 1995

On the 7th of November I posted a story about Cherie who had sent me some photos, after I wrote to New Idea Magazine about my photobooth collection. I asked if any of their readers would like to contribute pictures and Cherie responded. Since publishing the post I have been busily trying to find Cherie and my darling Facebook came to my aid. I wasn’t sure if I was contacting the right Cherie as the surname had changed, but the face in her profile sure looked familiar.

Cherie 2011

Once I had established I had the correct Cherie, I sent her a link to her Time Machine. She responded with the comment below –

wow… it is a time machine indeed… well technology improves over time and you can find most people on facebook… like me :) . two things i would like to share… one is that 3 years ago my house burnt down and i lost everything i own… including all my pictures… so these bring a smile to my face… and secondly i am now a professional practicing artist and i remember now sending these thinking what a cool art project it could be!… blast from the past indeed. thanks for sharing these!

Later in a follow-up email she told me more –

I grew up as an airforce brat (my father was in the airforce)…so i moved around very often and also overseas so i had plenty of these photobooth photos of friends from all over … these 3 are – 
The black and white one is me and a friend Kelly Woodhouse when we were at high school… maybe 1997-98. It would have been Ringwood shopping centre Victoria. I was only 13-14 years old then!
No.2 is a pic of me and my best friend from art school Eileen Potter… we would have been at art school then! 1994 i think. Midland TAFE Perth W.A. We were 19-20 years old. 
The solo pic is my passport photo for when i travelled to the U.K. in 1995… for 9 months… as a nanny for some time and then the rest of the time …. party animal :)… i turned 21 that year in London.

Please check out Cherie’s artist page. She is currently being represented by Art and Soul Gallery in Boonah, Queensland. You can also see more of her work at her blog, the address of which I am hoping Cherie will supply in a comment, as I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get back to it! From her blog I remember that she is a mum to five boys, (FIVE!!) and that she is working towards a new exhibition.

I am so thrilled to have found one of my long lost photobooth sitters. As the blog grows and more people read it, who knows how many more might turn up?

PS I have packed up the photos to return to Cherie. Hopefully they will be posted this week-end.

This young cowgirl was snapped in a photobooth at the Kellogg’s stand at the Texas Centennial Exposition in 1936.  The expo was a World’s Fair held at Fair Park in Dallas, Texas (USA) to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Texas’s independence from Mexico in 1836. It was widely credited as protecting the state from the worst effects of the Great Depression due to the huge number of jobs it created.*

In my collection of unusual photobooth novelties, this is a favourite. The certificate gives an indisputable provenance to the photo, superb cultural details, (I love the pledge), date and best of all, the name of the sitter, Ann McDaniel. With the booth decorated with a marvellous faux log cabin backdrop, the hat prop and undoubtedly long queue before the sitting, this must have been a very exciting experience for Ann. A treasured souvenir, given that it is still here after 75 years, it is a shame she didn’t have children or grandchildren who loved it, too.

*Thanks to Wikipedia for that info!

July 1994, Abbeville, France.

Once I was given notice from my nannying job, I needed to work out quickly what my next move should be.  I decided it was time to go home, so with Del’s help, started to get everything organised.

Del packed up all the things I had left at her house in West Norwood and brought them to her cottage in Normandy, along with Rich, his school friend Alastair and my cousin from New Zealand, Rachel McsShane, who had recently arrived in the UK for work. Unfortunately Rosie was unable to come that weekend so we arranged for her to come to meet me a week later for a day out at Boulogne.  Saying good bye was a bit traumatic as I had no idea what the nasty stamp in my passport meant. I had asked several times when I would be allowed to revisit the UK. Each time my grumpy tormentor answered “How long is a piece of string?”, no matter how I phrased the question.

Our time at the cottage was taken up with leisurely breakfasts, lunches and dinners, interspersed with walks, a bit of sight-seeing and lots of nattering. Croissants and other delightful French pastries, were purchased daily from a mobile shop in the back of a van. The proprietor supplied the local farms in the region with most daily necessities, such as bread, milk and cheese.

Young Roo gobbled up copious numbers of pain au chocolat (chocolate filled croissants), anytime he could get his hands on them,  gleefully turning our stomachs by slathering them with nutella, additional to the dark chocolate filling it came with. He was able to work off all the extra kilojoules doing what little boys do, helped on by my good-self during a frenetic water fight with him and Alastair. I was undoubtedly the loser, ending up immeasurably wetter than my faster moving combattants.

These photos were taken at Abbeville railway station on the 3rd of July on my way back to Paris. They were to be my last European photobooth photos for some years.