In the late 2000’s, an American journalist left her Polaroid camera behind with me after a mission in refugee camps in Chad. For two summers, I took pictures of Spaniards on vacation in Zarautz, a small family seaside resort in Spain’s Basque country.

Photographing with a Polaroid camera created an immediate bond with people, a friendly interaction, as well as curiosity. There was something amateurish and non-threatening in using that camera. The near instant pleasure of having prints in my hands, of giving copies to families I had just photographed… It was fun and spontaneous, direct and exciting, unique and free, a radical change from using my usual digital camera paraphernalia! With time, the colors started to fade, and so did the memories.

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