Showing posts with label Polaroid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Polaroid. Show all posts

Friday, December 21, 2012

Vintage Photo Friday: A Festive Feline


Nothing says Christmas cheer quite like the family cat preparing to attack the tree. 

Interestingly enough, this polaroid was stuck in a family album that included no other Christmas photos. Just one shot...of this cat. 

Well, Merry Christmas, family cat circa 1970. You look like you had a lovely holiday. 

I cannot believe Tuesday is Christmas day, and furthermore I can't believe I was unable to find a single thrifted gift for any friend or family member. It just doesn't seem like Christmas without a thrifted gift under the tree. 

Maybe one of you fine thrifters had better luck in secondhand shopping this holiday season. I certainly hope you did. So tell me. Did anyone partake in our National Thrift-A-Gift Week?

Who made your nice list and scored all the vintage kitsch you could salvage? Who made your naughty list and is getting secondhand granny panties? 




Friday, June 29, 2012

Vintage Photo Friday: That Haunting Quality

There's just something spooky about this shot of Bobby. 


Ordinarily, 1950s polaroids of children named Bobby don't give me the creeps. But since visiting the Philadelphia Museum of Art a few days ago, I've been looking at my collection of found vintage family photographs in an entirely different light.

I paid visit to the museum specifically to see the exhibit of Ralph Eugene Meatyard, a somewhat obscure photographer who staged his family members in a choreographed creepy atmosphere with masks, dolls and dilapidated conditions. And the exhibit, aptly titled Dolls and Masks, was right down my dimly lit alley, let me just tell ya. 

Untitled. Ralph Eugene Meatyard 

It was unintentionally haunting, eerie, even disturbing. The youth of his children in the shadow of abandoned buildings and overgrown landscapes, surrounded by broken dolls was more than enough to absorb. But add the anonymity of the masks, the wrinkles and age spots in the illusion of old age. Just creepy, all around. 

And...well Bobby...He looks fit to wear one of the Meatyard masks, to cast away a broken doll in an abandoned property. Of course it only lends credence to the creep factor that Meatyard shot the above photo around the same time that this polaroid of Bobby was taken. Hmm. Interesting. 


What do you think?


         

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