I never really knew what to do with these polaroids shot by our friends Loft3 a few years ago. I loved them as soon as they developed- the vintage, carefree-ness of them. But until recently they kind of floated from room to room, hung on the fridge, on the mantle, in a frame etc. I was never satisfied with how they were displayed until recently when I decided to haphazardly tack them to the wall in our office. Now they hang, in plain view from our workspace and from the doorway to the hallway. They have definitely found a permanent home.
Ahhh, polaroids, I wish you weren't gone. The whole process of shooting and not knowing what you will get is perfection. Capturing a moment without the ability to delete and edit. I like that.