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Pancake face.

Buying make-up is one of my least favorite activities. I always think it's going to cost less than it actually does. And all the outrageous claims on the package are never accurate. But I refuse to despair. I also bought film, oh dying art form, oh sad and wonderfully archaic alternative to the digital that I dread. Pretty soon they'll do away with you like they did away with my Polaroid. Because instant film competes too much with instant digital pictures? I have no idea. I
just recently learned however, that they will continue to make the film for my camera, just not the medium or large format types any longer. Sighs of relief, sort of.

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Something from the summer, Maggie and Sean in the diner with the best fries.

Anyway Photojojo has a great guide to dealing with the final year of the Polaroid type of wonderful that we have come to adore so much. And Found Magazine put out a book of Polaroids, which I am planning on ordering, because I am sure there are quite a few gems in there.

At any rate, I am planning on resurrecting my Lomos for this evening, when we'll be seeing X. I haven't taken pictures in far too long. I need to go hunt down some double A batteries.