A good few of the Modernist masters seem to have turned their hand to the polaroid at one point or other.
Andre Kertesz nearly always seems to have had a genuine affection for what he photographed, which I think is one of the things which separates him from so many other photographers.
The Stephen Daiter Gallery in Chicago currently has an exhibition of Kertesz's delightful pictures:
André Kertész: Elizabeth and Me
"Taken in Kertész's apartment just north of New York's Washington Square, many of these photographs were shot either from his window or in the windowsill. We see a fertile mind at work, combining personal objects into striking still lifes set against cityscape backgrounds, reflected and transformed in glass surfaces. These photographs are a testament to the genious of the photographer's eye as manifested in the simple Polaroid."