In 2008, Polaroid stopped producing films. I never regarded instant photography, even for fun. Bulky Polaroid cams and get lucky 10 shot cartridges made it an uncertain apparel. But the mere fact that Polaroids existed reassured me. It was a childhood staple. Something about them speaks of good times and I wanted a tase of it, that vernacular feel, that inaccurate frame and blur, a piece of the 70’s ; so in 2009, I raced to buy any remaining Polaroid product, even expired. Expired is better than gone. The last of the Polaroids is about the fear of letting go and having to do exactly that.