When I moved my studio recently, I finally got serious about finishing the process of downsizing and attrition that I’d been chipping around the edges of for several years. I no longer needed the props, flats and backgrounds that I’d been carrying since the heyday of the catalog years. No further need for multiple view cameras, self-cocking lenses, boxes of gelatin filters and, what’s this…a partial box of Type 52 Polaroid. My choices during those clean-out days consisted of either listing things on eBay, donating to local photo schools or tossing stuff into the trash. I looked at the open, partial box of Polaroid, thought about how the last time I’d pulled one of those was two studios ago, and pitched it into the can. When it hit the bottom of the empty barrel, it made an ominous thud, which knocked around in my head for a while. I could feel it doing its insidious business: reminding me that you just threw out the last polaroid you’re ever going to have in your hands. In no time my head was awash with all manner of memories related to Polaroid.
Polaroid Type 52 was the proofing method that I was trained on for the proper composing and exposure of 4×5 transparency film. It was a bit of an illogical choice since it had an ASA of 400 and it was black & white; however, what it did possess were qualities not to be found in the other Polaroid varieties. With a little experience you could learn to correlate its highlight information to that of transparency film and by back-lighting it you could accurately judge the shadow detail. It had wonderful contrast and tonality, but you had to compensate for the exposure difference by using a three-stop neutral density filter, which then brought it within the range of the ASA64 Ektachrome of the day. You’d have to quickly coat the sheet with the acrid-smelling “coater” or the highlight information would begin to quickly fade. Crazy to think about now, but it worked.
We would go through Polaroids by the hundreds, with little thought of the cost. They were a means to an end, the cost of doing business, a necessary expense. “Do another ‘roid” was the default decision on most unsettled matters of composition or exposure. The metallic clack and whir, the sounds the holder made when you processed a sheet, was the comforting background noise of a busy studio. And oh, the smell of the coating solution! It was akin to the Stop Bath solution in a B+W darkroom but like nothing else in the secular world. Once I’d had a few minutes of these recollections I paused. “OK,” I said to myself, out loud, alone, in the nearly empty space, “let’s scratch this itch once and for all.”
I retrieved the pack from the trash, fingered through the remaining contents, and pulled out a sheet to inspect. Like all Polaroid materials, Type 52 had a thin pod of chemicals embedded within the layers that constituted each “sheet”. I fully expected to find it stiff and brittle, long since dried out from having lain open in a drawer for at least six years. No, it was still a bit soft and flexible to the touch. It just might work. I had one last 545 holder, the strange black metal cartridge that you needed to insert into the view camera to expose and process the film. I knew that the camera I wanted to use for this exercise was my old Toyo, and just in time too. It was my first view camera, a Toyo 45M that I had bought used for two hundred dollars thirty years ago and had just found a buyer for that morning on eBay. I was waiting for the payment to clear before packing it up and shipping it off. I’d had a lot of mixed feelings about selling it, but I ultimately decided that it was time to move on. I was elated to realize that I could give it the proper send-off it deserved! I fished around and found my last remaining and much treasured lens, an old 8 1/4″ Goerz Dagor Gold Dot that I’d had for just as long. This was the perfect combo. The camera and the lens had been with me from my first days of being a “serious” landscape photographer, and then through all the years and permutations of my professional career. It was exciting to consider using them again.
But what to shoot? I only had a few sheets in the pack, I didn’t know if they’d be good or not and I had to ship the camera the next day. The studio was pretty bare and most of the interesting stuff was gone or packed up. A cube style bookcase, bartered out many years ago on a shoot for a furniture design company, still stood by the front entrance. I’d always propped it with an assortment of quirky collectibles and memorabilia that I loved. The whole thing was an indulgence that I knew I wouldn’t be able to justify in the new place. One of the items still remaining was an old Roseville pitcher that I’d always cherished. It too was a veteran of many past still lifes. Its austere curves framed by the minimalist lines of the cabinet were a fitting representation of my new, parred down career. It was the perfect candidate for my ceremonial “last Polaroid”. As I set up to make the exposure I realized I had a small problem. I wanted to capture the shot with the beautiful window light that was quickly fading, and even with the film’s ASA of 400 I still needed f/8 & one second and I no longer owned a cable release. I had just sold my last batch of a dozen the week before, certain that I’d never need one again. I knew I could try to very gingerly trigger the shutter with my finger but with so few sheets remaining I didn’t want to take the chance of shaking the camera. The shot would have to wait another day until I could locate a release.
My friend Sean came through with a cable release and the next morning I returned to the set determined to wrap up the ritual and ship off the camera. The first few sheets were pretty disappointing. Using a meter only established that the film was badly stale and would need all the help it could get. I had two sheets left and still hadn’t gotten a fix on what the proper exposure should be, given the dreary tones of the film and the fast-changing lighting. I interpolated my reading, took a stab at a shutter speed and figured that I’d extend the development time in an attempt to push the exposure and the contrast. I knew from experience that this was a bit of wishful thinking but it was the only option I felt I had. I pulled back the paper cover that acts as a dark slide, exposed the sheet, returned the cover and removed the holder. Just then, my phone rang. Confident that I’d gotten the shot, I took the call. When I returned, I promptly pulled out the sheet from the holder without first flipping the lever to engage the rollers, ruining the sheet. Damn! One sheet left. Back on the horse, I checked the light and repeated the whole process, careful this time to flip the lever, and as I pulled the sheet I heard that clack…whir for what I knew would be the last time. I immediately spread the last of the nearly dried out coater solution across the sheet, took a good look and one last sniff, and said goodbye to Polaroid for the last time.
Jim Fiora is a Connecticut based architectural and corporate location photographer.
His work can be seen @ http://www.jimfiora.com