“That came out good,” she says without my asking. After I finish my last jumping shot with Queso, a woman rushes behind me to take a look. And because most of the attendees at the Photo Booth Expo are manufacturers and operators looking to make an investment, people also tend to gawk and watch as I attempt to take a few pictures of myself. Though these photo booths were made to be less intimidating than a human photographer, they all feel nerve-wracking to step in front of when crammed together inside a single convention hall. Portable, handheld rigs created to be carried around the room by an attendant are called a “roamer.”

There are also mirror photo booths that are designed to be disguised as a mirror. Most of the ones you see at parties today are called “open-air”-style booths, which maximize space for action shots or to fit more people into a single photo.

In its rebirth for the social media era, today’s photo booths are far more elaborate and over the top. Over the next few decades, they would go from mall staples to relics as the machines declined alongside US mall culture in the 2000s when the retail industry moved online. The pre-internet machines found all over malls, arcades, bars, and movie theaters are classified as “closed.” First introduced in the US in 1925, these kiosks became a symbol of pop culture after Andy Warhol used them as a medium for his portrait work in the ‘60s. There are, in fact, multiple kinds of “photo booths.” When touring the Expo show floor, it quickly becomes clear that calling them “booths” is a bit of a misnomer. While the machines pander to the young demographic that loves these experiences the most, they’re also monetizing a valuable asset in exchange: their data. What was once on a highway to extinction has been reborn as an Instagram machine, transforming the humble self-portrait into theatrical displays for social media currency. This is the state of photo booths in 2019. Instead, they’re offering to email or text links to the photos for easy online sharing. I came to the fifth annual Photo Booth Expo hoping to go home with a comically large pile of selfies, but none of the 40-something exhibiting photo booths have printed out anything. Then I quickly gather my things and move behind the machine to retrieve a copy of my pictures.īut there is no printout - yet again. I hop a few times until Queso floods me with light for the final time. Next, Queso says to pretend like I’m thinking, and I’m beginning to understand why this photo booth was named after cheese.

A short video shows three people making finger guns, backs against one another, and even though I feel awkward doing this alone in the middle of a Las Vegas convention show floor, I oblige. A machine named Queso wants me to pose like a spy.

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