i am obsessed.
perhaps its because you are so focused on taking the picture in this small space that you can see the emotion so clearly in the end result.
maybe its the closeness that photobooths make you feel, you’re bound to sit on someones lap or touch faces.
the obsession started when i was young, maybe 7, when my dad took me to one in the mall. those pictures of him and i, in small cramped booths, smiling cheek to cheek, are my favorite thing to look at, even years after his passing.
the obsession has moved onto my relationship with chad. it’s my favorite way to document our relationship. we try to take at least one in every new destination we go to, its usually in a bar. these photos are concrete proof of our love.