We had a little photo store in Old Tappan. Our father named it Gold Star Photos. My brother and I spent summers in the back, where the studio was, not doing summer homework. ‘Click-flash’ went our Kodak disposables. Oh-so-temptingly near, the rolled-up backdrop for passport photos hung suspended from the ceiling like enormous toilet paper. Once, we took the end and pulled. The unrolling was glorious. Giant’s bumwad. Ha-ha-ha! A riot. You should have seen how we cried when scolded.
Still, shame didn’t stop us from peeking into the darkroom later, before the door slammed in our faces. Too late.
Photographer: Richard PJ Lambert
Incredible points. Sound arguments. Keep up the good work. Benedetta Reed Kersten