I am a big fan of the old Polaroid aesthetic. Unfortunately, I don’t own an old Polaroid camera. And if I did film is darn tough to come by, so the camera would probably sit around gathering dust. Much like me on a typical weekend. Fortunately, we live in a time when things like (more…)
My folks, though far from wealthy, believed in family vacations. They tried to take my sister and me on some sort of trip every year, a week away from the mean streets of northern New Jersey. Usually it was a jaunt to the shore or a few hours by car to the wilds of Pennsylvania or New York. But occasionally they would pop a real surprise on us and scrape together enough scratch to go exotic. 1973 was one (more…)
Trask Avenue 