I'm alive. They did the Vanity Fair Enormous Polaroid picture this morning, and it was a strange experience standing for fifteen minutes while the huge device was adjusted. It's one of five giant Polaroid cameras in existence -- and this year it will run out of film and chemicals, and then it will become wood and brass and glass and cloth, without function. Here's Holly beside the Polaroid looking happy. (The photo is from my new phone.)
Right. I have to leave the press-room-with-internet and go and be interviewed again now.
Labels: cellphone photos, obsolescence in all things, Polaroids