I wrote a little something last year about the love for the Photoautomat:
The magic that is the Photoautomat. The sheer surprise of the imminent first flash hitting you when you least expect to expect it. The prompt response on how to express yourself in each and every shot of four without running the risk to repeat itself in its course. And above all, even when running through a four shot impromptu shoot, you still have no idea what awaits you at the end but whatever it was, the excitement never gets tiring or boring when the fresh print suddenly arrives.That is the magic of the Photoautomat.