The first picture that made me realize the power in polaroid photography. The story is a long one that dates back a few years...
Paul and I where driving down castro ave in Northest Philadelphia loaded with Polaroid and beatboxin my car windows (another story)... when a man appeared in our site and we both screamed while driving past him... I stopped, park out front of the garden of earthy delights, and chased after this shirtless man...
He as disoriented and could even recite a word. He had shit himself and his shoes were filled with shit. He walked even so slowly to a destination unknown. We ran up to him not noticing much. I dropped to the ground on my back, waited a second, and snap! We ran back to the car to watch the film develop... Paul's didn't really develop. Mine seemed something special... The rest is for you

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