This was my first camera, part of Kodak’s ill-fated attempt to clone Polaroid’s self-developing film. They were sued for a fortune and lost… ended up having to send everyone rebates when they took the cameras off the market.

The funny thing was how lame the competition really was. Polaroid’s One-Step camera had a built-in flash and a fun little buzzy motor that ejected your photo… Kodak, meanwhile, decided to replace the motor with an old-timey handle. (Thus the plastic-retro look of the thing.) You literally cranked the handle until the photo emerged, and in place of a built-in flash, I was still stuck using flash-cubes.

It’s hard to imagine a time when the photos you took weren’t limited by opportunity, or even the amount of film on hand, but by how many single-use flashbulbs you could carry.

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After a thousand iterations of “small waist, pretty face, with a big bank”, I find myself wishing TikTok had been a A Thing back when it was “my neck, my back, my pussy and my crack”.

Relevant cover time!

I love this.

And while I’m here, I want a dance remix of Liz Phair’s “Flower” for the TikTok girls to feast upon. Someone should take the stripped-down Girly-Sound version and crank up the BPM, at least.

I’d never heard of this before stumbling across a trailer, embedded in a block of ‘80s TV commercials on YouTube.

It’s probably a shitty movie, but the marketing sure made it look titillating, in that exploitative, ‘70s/’80s way. And it features two future members of ‘80s royalty: Ally Sheedy and Eric Stoltz.

I’ll have more to say about this later, but I finally got around to watching The Other Side of the Wind on Netflix last night, and… holy shit! I am astonished.

Against all odds, a washed-up old man managed to shoot not only a dizzying, supremely confident, narratively dense rumination on the state of filmmaking in the ‘70s, but also an unbelievably gorgeous quasi-parody of avant-garde, counter-culture movies in the form of a film-within-the-film.

It’s difficult to imagine, but somehow, Orson fucking Welles made one of 2018′s sexiest movies in 1973.

I have the same computer —an Amiga 1000— in my garage.

It was a huge coup, when Commodore scored Deborah Harry and Andy Warhol to host the launch party in ‘85. Andy at least pretended to be excited by the technology —painting with 32 simultaneous colors, from a pallete of 4,096! Digitized video! Sound sampling!— but I doubt he ever touched a mouse again after that night.

Debbie went on to be an icon, Andy went on to be dead, and the Amiga sprouted a Video Toaster and did all the CG for Babylon 5 before Commodore went under and we all went Intel Inside.

Ah, the Wonder Years…