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I Lament the Loss of the Old Photobooth

19 Nov

I do miss the old photobooths.

These are some photos of my Mum, my sister and I from circa 1976.

I love the way Mum has posed, not gazing but a reasonably intent stare off to the side. Why Mum? She quite often did this in photobooths but not normal happy snaps. Note to self, ask Mum why.

I’m the one with the bad bowl cut (looks like I’ve hacked at my fringe) loving my Indian lollipop and my sister is pleased as punch about something, which is surprising given I’m the one with the lollipop.

I also love that Mum kept the one with only half of my head. This had been in the family photo album forever. Most people would have edited that as a dud and chucked it but not my Mum. No, that’s a keeper!

I love that people pose and do much more stupid things in a photobooth. It also reminds me of the movie Amelie. And when the now defunct Remo store on Oxford St, Darlinghurst had one on the ground level, next to the cafe. There is something quite special about that little space you cram into with friends, not really knowing if you all fit in the shot or not.

These pics are precious to me. They are yellowing, delicate and torn. They remind me of a time when perhaps my sister and I did get along (we didn’t speak to each other for almost 9 years). A time when Mum seemed glad to have kids.