It's this beautiful milky light that gets me every time, the way the film makes everything soft and nostalgic without me even trying to do anything clever. There are certain scenes that lend themselves well to a Polaroid picture: flowers, babies, sunlit rooms, cupcakes, vintage anything. I keep thinking back to Amanda's post about magical girls and chuckling, while trawling eBay for vintage typewriters and knackered porcelain, natch. In my travels around the internet i happened across some Polaroid porn the other day (the naked people kind, not the photos-of-cameras kind – don't ask) and even that looked charming and whimsical. I love that as Polaroid film breathes its last breath it's enjoying such a renaissance, on the internet at least. Magical and lovely, I will miss it so.