We don’t know the identity of the mystery man in these photos, but, starting in the photobooth boom of the 1930s, he began snapping black-and-whites of himself. Thirty years later he had hundreds of nearly identical shots, and now the entire collection is being shown to the public for the very first time. This is some Amélie-in-real-life biz, and hoo-boy it’s fascinating.
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Traditional photobooths are proven good-time machines. Striking poses for the rapid-fire quartet of pics takes a balance of strategy and spontaneity once you slip your bills in the slot. But what if the machine was set off by something else entirely? Thermobooth is a new model operated by intimacy—the shutter goes off when skin-to-skin contact is made.
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