Photo Booths Rock

Awesome exhibit of photo booth images at my alma mater, Rutgers (via Junk Culture):

He likely hailed from the Midwest, sometimes sported a fedora and smoked a pipe. He dressed in casual plaids or in a suit. His demeanor ranged from jovial to pensive. His hair evolved from thick black to a thinning white widow’s peak. And sometimes, a “Seasons Greetings” sign hung over his head.

We might know a lot about how this man aged, but what we don’t know is his identity or why he took – and saved – more than 450 images of himself in a photobooth over the course of several decades.

My friends know I have an addiction to photo booths. I’m talking about the real ones, with smelly emulsion and fixer (exhibits A and B to name a few).