Ahh, sweet memories of a golden youth. Crammed into a photobooth in Woolies with as many friends as we could squeeze in and a bag of pick and mix. Those were the days. Whatever happened to the humble photobooth? Once to be found on every corner now hidden away in the darkest corner of the local shopping centre. If I had my way I would fill my house with them and press-gang every visitor (and even passing stranger) into getting jiggy photobooth style.
In homage to a long loved (and slightly forgotten) passion, I give you the “Photobooth love” series. Vive le photobooth renaissance!