I’ve always loved photobooths.
Every fall, I take a group of my students to NYC. We go to do all those things you are suppose to do as an art student – go to museums, galleries, etc…, and we try to wiggle in a few studio visits as well.
Friday, free of the students, I met up with some old friends. We started with a concert by Dharma Swara, though eventually settled into a bar called the Lakeside Lounge, down in the East Village. There was a bad country band playing, but good beers on tap. Better still, they had a photobooth. A real one, with chemical produced black and white photographs. It was a highlight of the weekend.