The Year is 1992.
I’m 15 years old and my movie-fuelled notion of a Photobooth is about to be realised.
It’s winter time in Melbourne. With my best friend in tow, I step inside an old Passport Photobooth that we’ve stumbled upon at the train station. We share the metal stool designed for one and looking into the glass that conceals the camera, slowly inserting the coins into the slot.
We jump out of the booth and giggle with anticipation. The machine whirs and hums and after a few minutes, our black and white photo-strip, still wet from the chemical process, inches it’s way out of the old timber console. We delicately lift it from the delivery unit as if it’s the world’s most precious jewel.
Blowing kisses, smiling in unison, laughing till we cried – moments in time are captured forever. I made a decision in that instant that I would document my life in these simple memory-making machines. A legacy to prove I existed.
Strip Of A Lifetime – Vintage Photobooth Hire is born. First as a compulsive documentary, and later as a boutique hire service.