Polaroid photography was exclusively limited to indoors in the morning or at night, mostly because I generally didn't have it on me after I ran out of Holga film during the day. I had to shoot the Holga during the day; the thing only has two settings, "sunny" and "slightly less sunny," and anything taken indoors on that camera was a dark, muddy mess. I had to play to my machines' strengths.
I mention this because though these are delightful snapshots of my friends, they aren't nearly as interesting as the outdoor shots I took on the Holga and the digital camera. You've been warned.
We spent most every evening (and in fact most of our time, since we woke up so late and I am such a slow-moving beast when I travel) in Justin's apartment, watching videos on his giant computer monitor.
Max had brought along his banjo, so I finally got a chance to hear the dude play. He's not bad. That's right, Max, I think you're pretty good at this. For the record, Cathy is also good at the banjo, but I didn't actually manage to get a Polaroid of her playing.
The above sequence is fairly representative of that evening. One minute, we're just sitting around, watching something on the computer. The next, we're still watching videos, but the boys have their shirts off. We were drunk, sorry. I think we had been watching Troll 2, and the only appropriate way to watch Troll 2 is at least mildly soused.
Awww, shucks.
You're doing a great job chronicling NY times. Can't wait to read the rest.