I'm slowly working my way through the Polaroid scanning, savouring the sights I captured while my body clock tries to reset itself. My thoughts about my trip away, and what it all means, are still jumbled, and I'm in that strange place of being at home but feeling i should be elsewhere. And not feeling the least bit Christmassy, but i know that will change once i'm with my family next week.
There's something about being abroad that makes you bold; my time in San Francisco saw me take my very first stranger portraits, something i've never had the nerve to do here. It started with my delayed flight to San Diego, chatting to the guys beside me as i sat on the floor of the airport, twittering the time away. Charming and funnny, they were a rock band on their way to Kansas City to play a gig that night, and when we eventually made it on to the plane they'd saved a seat for me – utterly charming, i tell you! And so my first stranger portrait was of Sammi, their lead singer.
Emboldened by this Polaroid triumph, I snapped Airyka (above) a few days later when i had lunch with Alex and Mati at Tartine. And later that afternoon it was the guitarman on Valencia Street whose name i didn't get – the ultimate zipless portrait, perhaps? :)
Sadly (and stupidly) I didn't manage to get Polaroid portraits of all the friends i spent time with while i was away, but the few i did capture i hold close to my heart. For me, this holiday was all about Polaroids (every day someome would comment on my camera and ask me if i could still get film for it – every day! The ultimate conversation starter), that amazing city and the lovely souls who live there.
[from the top: Airyka at Tartine; Mati Rose; Denise & Cedar; Sammi at San Francisco Airport; Alex; Kelly Rae & Mati; Lisa; unnamed guitar player on Valencia Street; Andrea, Mati, Leslie & Kelly Rae with Mr Pickle; Denise & me]