My gorgeous nephew Ethan has hit that age where he’s too cool to be photographed. Turning six and in pre-primary, he only let me take shots in May if he could strike poses that would do Kim Wilde or vintage George Michael proud. Not that he would know these moves are straight from his aunt’s youth.
Ah, the memories — fluorescent colours, men in eye-shadow, leg warmers, rubber bracelets, Swatch watches, baggy t-shirts and what Australians call vegemite roots (bleached hair with re-growth showing through).
Even Ethan’s parents are too young to remember the hey-day of 1980s fashion.
I took this shot with my Holga, using the 6 x 4.5 insert for the first time. I much prefer the 6 x 6 insert — without it, images lack that characteristic fall-out at the corners and look like a standard effort from any happy snap camera.