Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I remember when my family got a Polaroid Swinger camera in the late 1960's.
I thought that it was an indication that maybe we were going to be cool and hip--that my father might grow out his hair and my mother might start wearing hoop earrings, turquoise eye shadow and miniskirts--that maybe I would be like Marcia Brady.
It didn't happen, our hipness didn't extend much beyond the camera. Now Polaroid is closing down its instant camera line, I guess that's progress--but I will always remember how very cool I felt with that Swinger hanging from my wrist.