I love traditional photo booths, the proper black and white, four-photos-per-strip ones. None of this new-fangled digital rubbish with a logo printed on the bottom, I want to be able to hear the cogs whirring and the chemicals developing.
It's a shame, because unlike in Berlin where numerous Photoautomat booths sit happily on street corners in various areas of the city, in London they tend to be located in hipster hangouts. Rough Trade, Concrete (where we had these snapped after a Pizza East meal- it's in their basement, near the loos!) and Cargo all house an old-skool booth, but sometimes I don't fancy fighting my way through the East London locals to purchase some of those perfect little strips of fun.
Also, in other news, I found more swans! The car-booting is finally paying off in my hunt. These are slightly smaller but will look lovely holding a small collection of blooms and were £3 for the pair. If you missed my last post about them, I'm trawling second-hand haunts to decorate our wedding venue and ceramic swans are at the top of my list.