In this digital age, photo booths have almost become relics of the past.
You sometimes pass them in the corners of desolate shopping centres, train stations or hear a person grumbling inside as they attempt to get just “one decent passport photo”.
They’re still around, but hauntingly inconspicuous - like furniture from a home that’s long been abandoned.
Yet within each one remains a myriad of memories. Every swish of the curtain, every flash of the camera once hosted a stranger’s private expressions; their printed memento a rare form of permanence in this fleeting existence.
Photo booths first emerged more than 100 years ago, when Jewish immigrant Anatol Josepho installed the first of his automatic ‘Photomatons’ on Broadway, New York, in 1925.
