My family. We were never the type of people that wear matching outfits and hire a photographer to snap pictures of us walking hand in hand down the beach. We’re the type of people that find a photo that we think is totally gangsta and recreate it. That is exactly what we did for my Mom’s birthday a few years ago.
The picture is a polaroid of my parents and some of their friends, circa New Year’s Eve 1981. It is amazing. The pullover sweaters, the Farrah Fawcett wings, the crepe paper.
Here is the original…. My Mom is on the bottom right with the margarita we still can’t pry from her hand. My dad’s brother, BB, is on the bottom left with the molestache. My Dad, the goofball in the back with someone’s bitchin’ Boston Terrier.
The backdrop is my Mom’s living room because it glows with the early 80’s pallette we needed. The bad patterns and sweater vests were raided from my Mom’s closet. We couldn’t find party hats, so we taped plastic cups to our heads. This was three years ago, so the kids were 3 and 5 and already such good sports. You have no idea how many takes it took to get this one. Wait, here’s an idea. Here are the other takes….