I've been loving following the travels of Bri of Design Love Fest in Paris with her quirky instant photos. Not only have I been jealous of her cheese consumption in the city of lights, but I've got to have one of those cameras too. Is it a sign? I found an old Polaroid camera in a closet on Wednesday. (See self-portrait below.) Coincidence? I think not. I surely must have my own. And to catalog all these memories, a leather bound journal, happy tape, and radical sharpies.