September 13, 2005

myyahoo.gifThanks to a tip yesterday from Nate Woodard, we caught mention of our website on MyYahoo’s daily website picks. For a look at the screen capture, click here.

September 07, 2005

The photobooth owes much of its longevity (and perhaps more of its economic viability) to the various passport photo requirements throughout the world. We learned from a recent CBC news story that Canada’s photobooth boom was a direct result of the photo requirement to gain entry into Montreal’s World’s Fair in 1967. We are also aware of the frequent use of photobooths to procure international passports, driver’s licenses, gun licenses, and the like.

In a saddening announcement, the UK government issued new guidelines that prohibit smiling in your passport photos. Apparently this was done to aid security systems in their attempt at face recognition. (I can’t decide whether to be impressed or frightened)

All of that to say.… it is a sad day for the photobooth.


September 06, 2005

utah_blog.jpgThanks to a slew of contributions this week from E.Y., can finally put Utah on the map, bringing our current count up to 114 photobooths in 19 states and two foreign countries!

During a cross-country road trip in 1997, my best friend and I determined that Utah was the home of the best milkshakes in the country, found at the plentiful Frostops we came across around southern Utah.

Now we can confirm that Utah is also the capital of affordable photobooths. Six of the seven booths Evita submitted charge just $1, and the seventh booth just $2. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a $1 photobooth — the Children’s Museum black and white machine in Boston used to be a dollar, but has since gone up. The price is definitely right in Utah.

I’d like to add that E.Y. gave us the best kind of submissions possible: photos of the booths, sample photos, and great documentation, including price, address, and description — including the official store number for each Kmart location. Thanks, E.Y.!

The new Utah photobooths: in Salt Lake City, The Utah Museum of Natural History, Kmart 4273, Kmart 4159; Kmart 7624 in Draper, Kmart 7618 in West Jordan, Kmart 3085 in Woods Cross, and The South Towne Center in Sandy.

September 05, 2005

cbc.gifA few weeks ago, Brian and I were contacted by Bethany Or, a Canadian Broadcasting Corporation radio correspondent who was working on a photobooth story. The story was to center on the Grostern family of Montreal who own and operate Auto-photo Canada, the photobooth powerhouse in the Great White North. Brian and I spent some time on the phone answering her questions, chit chatting about photobooths, and talking about our website. Following a great conversation (Bethany has the photobooth bug, as well) we were disappointed to learn that Brian’s quotes were cut from the final piece. Too bad, as he was the more coherent of the two of us that morning. Despite the editorial oversight, I think the story ended up sounding great. The final piece aired at 6:40am on August 18, 2005, and can be heard right here.

In speaking about, Bethany makes mention of the photobooth locator that can be used to find photobooths in the USA. Well, I am proud to announce the locator has gone global. We now have a few booths listed from other countries (thanks to Brian’s travels), but we’re still waiting for our first entry from Canada. We can now support submissions from anywhere in the world, so c’mon, send us those booths.

September 05, 2005

ArrestedDevPhotostrip4.jpgMy brother Pat got my wife and me hooked on Fox’s Arrested Development. A great show. Pat also pointed out the photobooth reference in Season 1, Episode 15. A flashback involving an ill-fated trip to Catalina Island alludes to Buster’s “unfortunate encounter in a photobooth.” The flashback lasts only a few seconds and shows a series of images purportedly taken in a photobooth. Curiously, there are five frames in the series, indicating (erroneously) a 5‑pose photobooth. After screen capturing the segment for the TV section of the website, I thought I would recreate the imagined photostrip. I created a few different versions, all of which are available in the extended entry.


Tim | 8:41 pm | TV
August 31, 2005

After gathering together a list of locations from past research as well as a new crop of additions from Gary Gulley, I arrived in Chicago on Friday afternoon, ready to give it my best shot. I’d been to Chicago last October, and had managed to visit just three booths: at Hangge Uppe, Melvin B’s, and the Local Option. This time, I was ready with a big list and a free day. 

I had a little time in the afternoon when I arrived, and then I’d have the rest of the evening after meeting a friend I was staying with. I decided to tackle the daytime businesses first, and leave the bars for the evening. I found some parking downtown and immediately headed for the City of Chicago Gun Registration office, which had long been the most intriguing photobooth location on my Chicago list. I found my way to the Richard J. Daley Center and headed through security before finding out the gun registration office had moved to a new police headquarters somewhere else in the city. Oh well.

Back in the car, then, and up to my next location, the Crunch Gym location at North and Sheffield, cited by some sources as having a booth. After finally finding the place, totally unadvertised on the outside, I learned that they no longer had the booth. Strike two.

sam_and_willys_blog.jpgFrom there, I headed up to West Lakeview to Sam & Willy’s, a terrific pet supply store known for its pet-friendly photobooth. I utilized some of Chicago’s plentiful “15 minutes but use your flashers” parking and zipped in for a quick photo. I had a nice chat with Joe behind the counter about the booth and how many customers don’t even realize it’s there. I got a phone call from my wife as I was sitting in the booth, so the photos reflect fifteen seconds or so of our conversation. My first success!

I had just a little time left before I needed to be uptown in Evanston, so I headed west a few blocks to The Village Tap, a terrific little bar and beer garden on Roscoe. Thankfully, they’d been open since noon, and I popped in to use their nice black and white booth. My afternoon was complete, with two out of four successes so far.

I headed back into Chicago around 6:30 that night, and decided to just run the map north to south, hitting as many locations as I could, one neighborhood at a time. My first stop would be Uptown, location of the Holiday Club. It was pretty quiet at 7:15, but I enjoyed the Sinatra-themed decor and had a Coke at the bar to get some change for the photobooth. Next stop, Wrigleyville, scene of an afternoon Cubs game whose fans were now spilling into the area’s many bars. I stopped first at Sluggers , a massive sports bar in the shadow of Wrigley Field. I made my way into the third room of the bar and found the photobooth near the exit to the patio. A group of people who seemed to have gotten an early start on their evening were sitting outside the photobooth, and one of them invited herself in to join me as the flash went off. She waited for the photos to come out, but left shortly before they arrived, and I took off with the strip (my first to have words printed between frames), never to see her again…or so I thought.

I walked down Sheffield from Sluggers to Sheffield’s in Lakeview. I wish I’d had a chance to stop and sample some of their hand-pulled ales, but I was on a mission. I paid my $1 cover (?) and headed to the empty back room, where I found the black and white photobooth in between the ubiquitous Golden Tee video game and the Sopranos pinball machine. 

I hopped back in the car near Wrigley and drove down to legendary music venue Schubas in Lake View. The photobooth, an Auto-Photo Model 14 with nice rounded ends, was nestled next to the Golden Tee machine right before the entrance to the performance area. I wish I’d had more time to spend there; it was a great old building.

From Schubas, I walked down Southport to the Lincoln Tap Room, an unremarkable place where I ordered a Sprite to get more ones and waited while a couple of girls played pool before I could sneak by to get to the photobooth.

Back in the car, I headed across town (and across the Chicago River) to Diversey River Bowl, where I had my first disappointment of the evening: a black and white booth that was out of order. Oh well. 

Off, then, to Wicker Park, and The Silver Room, a jewelry boutique with tall ceilings and a big magazine selection. Their black and white photobooth was enclosed in a nice wooden shell that matched the interior of the store, neatly done except for the little shim sticking out from the corner of the box.

By this time, it was about 9:30. I walked up Milwaukee a few blocks to find the Double Door, where I faced my first bouncer of the evening. I asked if I might pop in to take a photo in the booth, but was wet_animal.jpg informed it would be “seven dollars no matter how you cut it.” It was somewhat more painful that I was paying to hear a band called Wet Animal, but I didn’t come all this way to pick and choose, so I handed over my seven bucks and headed in. The photobooth couldn’t spit out the photostrip fast enough for me, and I headed back out into the night and back to my car. 

A quick drive and another “15 minutes with flashers on” parking spot got me to the Rainbo Club, where I allowed myself my one beer of the evening. I brought my two-dollar PBR into the three-dollar photobooth and relaxed briefly, taking in the scene at the bar, picking up a photobooth calendar and donating to the food bank. Liz Phair apparently shot the cover photo for “Exile in Guyville” in that booth, or at least another photobooth that was there in 1993.

One more stop in this neck of the woods, The Empty Bottle on Western Ave. The gentleman at the door was nice enough to let me in and hold onto my license while I went to use the photobooth, avoiding the cover charge for the band in the next room. Unfortunately, the booth took my first dollar and wouldn’t take any more (or any photos), so I was out of luck. 

It was time to head over to Hogs & Honeys, a bar I’d seen when I went to check out Crunch in the afternoon. Parking was a nightmare on Weed Street, with valet parkers and stretch Hummers making traffic come to a standstill. I asked the bouncer if I could check out the photobooth without paying the cover, and he said no way. But he added that he thought it was broken, so I probably didn’t want to pay to get in to use it anyway. I suggested that I go in and see if it was broken, and then come back. He let me in, and I headed in to the clichéd mess of Harley stuff, license plates on the wall, and girls standing around a mechanical bull. I found the booth, over by the bathrooms, and it was in working order. I got another Coke for change, quickly took my photostrip and headed out, so happy that I’d avoided the cover that I forgot to snap a photo of the booth. Serves me right.

It was time to head into the heart of downtown Chicago for my next two stops, at Shenanigans House of Beer (I had to step out of the way of people making shots at the basketball hoop behind the photobooth) and Excalibur, where the woman at the door was nice enough to let me use the photobooth without paying the $10 cover.

Since I’d found a legal spot on the street, I decided to stop in for some dinner (as it was 11:45 by now) at a big sausage and pasta restaurant across from the huge McDonald’s. I took off on the longest stretch of the evening, from downtown Chicago four miles south to Pilsen, home of Skylark. As I drove down Halstead, I was reminded as I had been all evening of the other marathon I’d been through in Chicago, the actual 26-mile race I’d run last October. This evening’s photobooth crawl was taking longer and probably covering more ground, but I was constantly reminded of all of the sights and neighborhoods we’d passed through on the racecourse as I drove around. Aimee and I had tried to check out Skylark when we were down getting me registered for the race, and I remember it well — a disastrously long walk into the middle of nowhere to find a bar that wouldn’t open for hours, leading to another long walk back. Oops. This time, I had better luck: Skylark was open and the booth was functioning. 

All along, I’d planned to hit one more photobooth in Wrigleyville on my way back to Evanston, the booth at Smart Bar that I’d read wouldn’t open until 10pm. I took Halstead all the way up, and before I knew it, I was passing familiar old Weed Street, not far from Hogs and Honeys. When a parking spot appeared before me, I took and, and popped in, $5 cover and all, to get the photograph of the booth I’d forgotten to a few hours before. The same bouncer was working the door, so I didn’t try the “see if the photobooth is working” trick. 

My night came to a close up at Smart Bar, downstairs at the Metro on N. Clark. I found a somewhat legal parking spot and headed over, and passed a very intoxicated-looking girl on the street who said “High five!” and held her hand up. As I gave her a high five, I realized to my disbelief that it was the same girl who invited herself into the photobooth with me at Sluggers six hours earlier. I’m surprised she was still standing; she didn’t recognize me or demand the photostrip, thankfully. 

The staff at the door of the Smart Bar were brusque but accomodating; I was told I had five minutes to do what I needed to do to avoid paying the cover, so I zipped downstairs and hopped in the photobooth. Here at the seventeenth stop of the day, I finally came across someone else using the photobooth, and I waited with them for their photos, then mine, to emerge. As I headed back upstairs, I heard the doorman say “Here he comes…” to the woman at the cash register, as if they’d actually been waiting for me, thinking I might just stay down there. I’m glad I didn’t find out what would happen if I had. I headed back to Evanston, satisfied with my accomplishments and impressed at the photobooth mecca that is Chicago.

bunny_hutch_blog.jpgThe next morning, I set out to find a few more booths in the suburbs, with mixed luck. The Heartland Cafe’s booth was in fine working order, as was the photobooth at Novelty Golf and Games (a.k.a. Bunny Hutch Mini-Golf) in Lincolnwood. The photobooth at Photo’s Hot Dogs in Mt. Prospect was also there as promised. The photobooth purported to be in the Lincolnwood Mall was a digital sketch booth, though, and the folks at the Purple Palace had no idea what I was talking about. Most of those tips came from the list in Rob Elder’s Chicago Tribune article, which is now somewhat out of date. 

On my way back from Chicago to Rochester, I made one last stop, at Big Fun in Cleveland Heights, Ohio. The photobooth there was impressively buried among tons of great ’70s toys and Jesus action figures and Simpsons bobbleheads. 

The grand total for the road trip was 26 photobooths, putting us well over 100. I think I’ve had my fill for now… Be sure to contribute yours today. 

August 30, 2005

A ten day road trip from Seattle to Rochester, NY, was filled with visits with friends and family, great road food, bizarre attractions, and more than a few photobooths. In this first of two posts about the trip, I’ll cover the booth locations I found in Seattle, Denver, and Kansas City. 

I had a list of photobooths that had been in Seattle at one time or another, and whether or not they were still there or, if so, if they were dip and dunk or digital, I didn’t know. Before a visit to the EMP, we headed over to the Seattle Center, only to find that both reported booths were digital. Afterwards, we headed to the Fun Forest, where we found one color photobooth in the indoor arcade area. 

After lunch, I decided to check out the Pacific Science Center complex, despite the $10 entry fee. I also managed to leave my debit card in the ATM getting money to use in the booths, but that’s another story… I asked the ticket sellers where the photobooths were, and found two traditional booths among a host of digital offerings. The first photobooth, in Building 4, had a nice red and black exterior and the island scene inside. The second photobooth, inside Building 3, was surrounded by kids and parents waiting in line to try out some new Nintendo games, I think. It was also, unfortunately, out of order.

galore_blog.jpgWe left the Seattle Center area and headed to Capitol Hill to walk around, and happened to park right next to a sign on the sidewalk advertising a photobooth inside a store called Galore. I hadn’t had any idea there was a photobooth there, so I’m happy they advertised it. Apparently the store has been around since March, 2005 or so, and the photobooth has been there since the beginning. 

We walked up Broadway a bit to Broadway Market, another location I’d noted from some internet research. Up on the second floor, next to Gold’s Gym, we found the photobooth, a color model. All of the photobooths we came across in Seattle were managed by Photobooth Services.

After leaving Seattle and passing through northern Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming, we stopped off to stay with friends in Denver. By chance, we walked by the only bar I knew of in Denver with a photobooth, Sputnik. We hopped in Sputnik’s photobooth with our friends and marveled at the $2 price — go Denver!

birdies_blog.jpgThe long drive across eastern Colorado and Kansas brought us to Kansas City, where I’d heard word of a photobooth in an underwear boutique. The rumors were true, though the booth wasn’t actually in the store; instead, Birdies’ photobooth was outside the store in an alley, with its own metal roof and customized “Birdies” glass sign. The booth wasn’t working because the shop wasn’t open, but we’ll try it out on a return visit. 

Next up, the great Chicago Photobooth Marathon.

August 29, 2005

app_photo.jpgIn the August 27 edition of the Asbury Park Press, reporter Shannon Mullen writes about the way the traditional photobooth “quietly endures” despite the passage of time in an article titled “Summer memories are just a snapshot away.”

Mullen interviews kids using the photobooth at Jenkinson’s South Arcade in Point Pleasant Beach, New Jersey (a location we haven’t yet visited — contributions, anyone?) as well as Photo-Me’s Gary Gulley. She also provides a brief history of the machine, and interviews some older folks with photobooth memories of their own. The article features a larger-than-life-size scan of a photostrip, as well. It’s never too late for a trip to the Jersey Shore, I say.

The article is archived here.

Brian | 6:06 pm | In the News
August 25, 2005

photome.jpgIn April of this year, I made my first trek (ok, let’s be honest, pilgrimage) to Photo-Me, USA in Grand Prairie, Texas. I had spoken to Gary Gulley on the phone over the past 3 years, but it was a pleasure to finally meet him in person and put a face to the voice. (Now knowing what his face looks like, I see it occasionally in photostrip form from time to time — most recently in a local St. Louis Post Dispatch article announcing the Photobooth Convention) All the folks I met at the Grand Prairie office (Gary, Tom, Matthew, Bambi, Amber, Linda, Yuri, Hugo, Dawn, Ed) were incredibly nice, and each made me feel right at home. I was treated to a tour of the plant, the highlight of which is their wall of retired photobooths (literally stacked 3‑high, reaching up nearly 20 feet). They also have a wealth of articles and photobooth art that have been sent to them over the years. They have a collection of photobooth picture calendars the Rainbo Club in Chicago produces every year, as well as many other cool photobooth relics. They also let me see their collection of original photobooth patent applications from an array of different countries. I am willing to admit the whole thing was somewhat of a religious experience (lunch, by the way, was memorable as well — Al’s Burger joint just west of Dallas — a big-ass burger on what else but Texas toast?).


I then made a return visit to Photo-Me earlier this month while I was in town for a friend’s wedding. Once again, it was great to see everyone, though I didn’t have as much time to make the rounds. The place was pretty busy, lots of booths being readied for shipment, and lots of phones ringing. I got to wander the warehouse again and soak in the sheer enormity of their photobooth collection. Very cool. Lunch this time was equally delicious — a fine little Mexican restaurant whose name slips me at the moment. If you are looking for good Mexican grub in Grand Prairie, give Gary a call. Tom took some time to show me some of the original blueprints for the first Photo-Me machines (models 10 and 11, I believe). He has a lot of photobooth history in his head, and there is a lot of history to be had. Eventually, we need to beef up a section on dedicated to photobooth history. Given the time it took me to post this little bit about my Photo-Me visit, however, makes me think it might be a while before we have a formidable history section. Thanks Gary, and the rest of the fine folks at Photo-Me.

August 15, 2005

Two recent pieces by writer Joe Bolger in the London Times look at Photo-Me. One, an analysis titled “Brand needs more exposure,” states that the Photo-Me brand, whose “French brand name Photomaton has practically become the generic name for automatic photo booths,” has not succeeded in making Photo-Me a “strong ingredient brand” along the lines of Kodak. Included in the article are ratings given to Photo-Me by FutureBrand, the global brand consulting company, the highest of which was a nine out of ten for both “Innovation” and “Pricing power,” with the lowest, a four out of ten, coming for “Investment returns.”

In the second article, a description of the history of Photo-Me titled “Company working hard to erase image of its not-so-rosy history,” Bolger looks back at the somewhat tumultuous recent history of Photo-Me. Some mis-steps in the switch to digital and some questionable business decisions led to a fall in profits a few years ago. The article concludes with a brief history of the company and its acquisitions:

Photo-Me traces its creation back to 1958, 12 years after the first photo booth was developed. In 1962 it floated on the stock market as Photo-Me International. After its acquisition of KIS, the group went on to buy, in 1998, its rivals Prontophot and Photomaton.

Bolger seems to imply that that the first photobooth was developed in 1946, twenty years after they were first introduced, but the history of the Photo-Me lineage is an interesting story.