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The Last Polaroid Summer: Why 1997 Felt Like the End of an Era

I miss when “following” just meant the next page in a book, not a metric of your worth. Following -1998-

I’ve been digitizing old home videos from 1997 lately. Grainy VHS footage of backyard barbecues, the static hiss of a CRT television in the background, and the sound of a rotary phone ringing. My nephew watched it over my shoulder and asked, “Why is everyone just... waiting ?” The Last Polaroid Summer: Why 1997 Felt Like