Every time I find myself in Larchmont Village, I’m drawn to Topdrawer. There’s a quiet magic to that store, a bittersweet pull that stirs memories of my travels, the places I’ve been, the moments I can never quite relive. They have these beautiful special editions of the Polaroid 600, and every time I see them, I feel a pang of longing, as if holding one could somehow bring those distant days a little closer. Maybe someday I’ll finally bring one home, though part of me wonders if it’s the memory I’m really chasing.