I think I have a fetish for obsolete technology. As an artist, my job description has not changed much in the last 500 years, apart from a slightly different client list. I drive an 80-year-old car, and I'm building another one. I have a new car, too; it's only 43 years old. I spend stupid money on old wristwatches that aren't as accurate as a cheap Swatch watch. I have a room full of vinyl LPs that I've been collecting since I was 13 or so. If it's old, rare, and hard to find replacement parts for, I probably own one. Or several.
Then there's
Polaroid cameras. Now considered obsolete in the digital age, I didn't even get interested in them again until Polaroid announced they were no longer manufacturing film for their cameras. Luckily, Fujifilm still makes the pack-style instant film, for now at least.
I already had a Polaroid Pro Pack with flash in the closet, purchased about 12 years ago, mainly to take period-correct photos of my old cars. After I started spending more time shooting photos again, I found the Pro Pack, and started bringing it along whenever I was going to do a shoot.
I fell in love with this obsolete technology all over again. The photos just have something about them, an instant nostalgia, that is incredibly compelling to me.
Using this big clunky old camera creates an interesting relationship with the subject, too. It makes the whole thing seem more official somehow.
Shooting naked and mostly-naked girls with this old camera makes the resulting photos somehow more dirty, like a secret stash found in an uncle's sock drawer.
After I scan every photo, I put them in an old cigar box. Eventually the box will be full. At that point, I will put it in a closet somewhere in the house and forget about it.
Maybe someday in the future I will find it again. 
