Picture this: A gaggle of 21-year-olds squeeze into a booth, pull the curtain and smile for the camera. After a series of mysterious analog rumblings, the booth expels a tiny strip of prints. The ...
A line of night owls snaked around a Lower East Side block, waiting to get into not a bar or a club but a box on the sidewalk — a photo booth. From behind the curtain, flashes popped and squeals of ...
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