I came across a wonderful treasure at the junk auction today, and almost bid for it. Instead, I took a picture.
It’s a big cardboard box filled with hundreds of Polaroids, each one featuring a different old lighting fixture. Nothing else. Most are interior shots, some were taken outside, all of them delightfully surreal.
The answer to the mystery of who took these and why is probably vastly less interesting than where my imagination takes me. Continue reading