Many of these Polaroids bleed into previous gatherings that I forgot I'd taken my camera to. Some are from James' going away party. Some are from one of my stays at Ryan's fortress of solitude. With Frank and Anna, who are adorable. And some are from a few nights ago as of this writing, when we all got together, drank and spoke merrily, played dress-up and took terrible pictures.
More from that last night in the Candids and SX70 sections.
