Why does the polaroid represent the naughty pic?
I’ve been spending the last few days thinking about fetish and the sexually experimental. I want to feel that arousal that comes with doing something wild. I’ve always been partial to the 70s sexy polaroids, but I found out–to my horror–that the Polaroid is no longer in production! How else can I let my lover see herself as I see her, languid and flushed with passion? I tried to convince myself that the same heady experience could be replicated by a digital camera, with the added benefit of uploading them to my macbook to adorn my screen forever, but I wasn’t convinced.
I think there is something sexual in the actual photographic process that comes along with the Polaroid. You press this big, firm button and it makes a loud click–unlike the shutter sound of a high quality professional camera–and ejects a piece of unprocessed film. The camera issues forth its treasure like a lover. In my fantasy, I’d use an entire roll of film on my lover, letting the photos fall on her body and on the bed in a chaotic, random way. Then, later, as we lay out on the bed sweaty and satiated, we’d look to see what remnants of the escapade was captured to be dated with a sharpie marker or hidden in the pages of a book. Any of the still undeveloped images would be roughly shaken–waiting for the images to come into focus.
The Polaroid is a classic prop for sex play. How many people used an old ramshackle instanomatic to capture their lovemaking? Their vice? Their indiscretions? Perhaps we’ll find a suitable replacement to our favorite old-school fantasy in the digital versions Polaroid and Fuji are currently peddling. I doubt it though. They are both extremely expensive for their purpose and do not have the presence of the boxy, retro Polaroid Ultra. So mzfatbooty gives a salute to the old-school instant camera–it served many lovers well for decades.
