Nothing shares the charm of the photobooth like Amélie as she goes on her wild goose chase to find her “photomaton” (as they say in France) obsessed mystery man. While the photobooths are in nearly every Metro station in Paris, they’re really for transportation pass images (or CV headshots), but once again, their universality becomes something that is just so Parisian.
To find a photobooth in New York, it’s a bit more of a pilgrimage than walking into any Subway station, but there was a great piece about the history of the photobooth in the New York Times a week or so ago. Along with it, there is a complete audio tour (downloadable as podcast) and interactive map of the city and the locations mentioned in the article as part of their Weekend Explorer series. For more on the subject check out the new book, American Photobooth or the website Photobooth.net for everything and anything photobooth related!

Click here to find the photobooth nearest you. In Baltimore I once dragged all 25 of my coworkers to the basement of AVAM to have everyone take their picture in the photobooth with a fake mustache (our little homage to Natty Boh).

(images via photobooth.net and NYT)