Us, in Black and White
I’ve already professed my love for all things Polaroid and the dreamy, vintage look that instant photography yields. But as I’ve been shooting more black and white recently (check Mortal Muses this month!), I’ve noticed that black and white Polaroid photographs scream vintage. On back to back days, I shot a self-portrait and then a portrait of Tony. As I look at both, I find myself lost in time, not knowing when these photographs were taken.
I quite love that my hair isn’t styled perfectly, that I’m wearing black, that I have a big pendant around my neck, and that my head is a bit lopped off. I think each of these elements add to the vintage feel of this photo, to the timelessness this image conveys.
I generally see the world in color, but these recent black and white Polaroids are giving me a new-found love for the desaturated. Especially when it comes to portraits. What about you? What’s your take on black and white photography?
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