A job that changed me: At the one-hour photo lab, customers were determined to immortalise their genitals on 35mm
Along with an unexpectedly comprehensive understanding of local penises, my time at Rabbit Photo let me see locals’ lives captured in 35mm film Read more in this series here I didn’t apply for a job at my local one-hour photo lab out of a noble desire to serve the community’s photographic needs. I wanted a part-time job to fund my full-time uni lifestyle – specifically, the kind of money that turned into festival tickets, Dr Martens and Poppy King lipstick. Rabbit Photo was a mini-lab wedged into the corner of the Westfield Figtree shopping centre like a forgotten Tetris piece. On Thursday nights and Saturday mornings, I’d slip on my white cotton gloves and take my place behind the counter, ready to accept canisters of Fuji film. Continue reading...
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