The Polaroid project was almost put to an end in Syria.

Eve was shooting with the tripod and the big camera in the souks of Damascus.
I was holding the Polaroid camera.
That was probably too much, too suspect, so that a friendly guy asked us why and what we were taking pictures of…

He was probably intrigued by this big black square box that I was pretending to be a camera! Really, how could you make such big camera nowadays without even a giant LCD screen? Rubbish…

What a nice bloke I thought, but Eve was smarter and of course, the friendly guy happened to be an uncover cop or intelligence official.
Luckily, he was satisfied that we were not some kind of political journalists threatening the national security of Syria.

The Polaroid camera was safe and we could take some nice shots, turning sepia with the heat of the Palmyra desert. Almost some kind of orientalist drawings of the XIX century…