Polaroid. Gone, dead, kaput. It was a sad day when it was announced, especially that there would be no more Polaroid Type 55, one of my two all-time great films (the other being Kodak Tri-X). Type 55 was the way I recorded 30 odd years of my wife. It was like a threesome. A charming affair. No more unique one-off moments.
Time for yet another book. It will be my second book on Catherine; the first was released in 1995, The Lady Is a Tramp. I got in trouble with the extreme feminists, which I never understood. If they had bothered to read the wonderful words that Richard Rodgers and Lorenzo Hart had put together, they would understand it was a great compliment. Why would I disrespect a woman that I have been lucky enough to spend a third of my life with? I wonder how many of those feminists are still with their partners.
I decided to continue with Fuji FP-100 but it never had the same magic. It was just too perfect. No chance of a magical accident. Maybe hope has not gone; New55 Film is making great strides with their product. They certainly have my support. It’s a Steve Jobs moment, where someone has a dream.
I hope it works for New55 Film. It would be great, and I would be looking forward to having a three-way story again.
Devon, 1990
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