I’m a notebooker. I have no clue if that’s even a usable noun, but I’ll take it. English is an evolving language, in any case.
In any case, these notebooks contain a myriad of things from sketches of photo ideas, to recipes, to musings. I’ve been trying to include more philosophical content. In a way, I’ve done it. This is the latest instalment: it looks ridiculous but I am incredibly proud of having written it.
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Recently I went to a birthday celebration. It was simple: a bunch of people getting together, having a few drinks in celebration of one more year of someone’s life.
A: “Happy Birthday!”
B: “Thank you! Letstakeapicturetogether.”
A: “Say wha…?” *FLASH*
At one point I noticed that what was taking the most time was the creation of snapshots of the birthday-ee and the various guest. And then of various groups of guests. In different mixes.
I’m not saying I didn’t have fun; I did. I’m not saying I’m against picture taking; I partook in a few of said snapshots.
I’m simply wondering why so much time is spent taking pictures to demonstrate how much fun is being had instead of the fun-having itself. Dance, talk to a stranger, look around the room and judge/gossip about every other person in the bar with your friend, get p*ss drunk; don’t just pose it, please!
It's like my friends suddenly became cannibalistic papparazzi!
Most of them look the same. They’re us and friends smiling towards the camera with a dark background (clubs dig the dark thing). The only things that change are the clothes and occasionally the hairdos.
The worst of it all is that all these pictures will end up on facebook and the “view pictures of Blah” page will suddenly look like an Andy Warhol poster (because there’s always the little fussy one that needs two dozen pictures to feel sure that there is at least one where they won’t feel fat).
I don’t know; maybe constantly taking pictures is your idea of fun on a night out, or perhaps my affairs with film photography have made me more frugal with the shutter. Either way, I’d like to force myself to remember my nights and would like to ask you to not blind me with your multiple flashes, thank you.
I was thinking about it the other day and noticed that there’s not much variation. So far as I have seen, at least one of two things is bound to happen with nudes*:
*this is based on explorations of online galleries, such as DeviantART, Olhares and Flickr.
- The background is dull: derelict settings and mute colours (if it’s not black and white) seem to be the rule.
- The subject is serious: no matter how interesting the pose, the face will be either hidden, or solemn.
Where’s the energy?! I just don’t get it!
First of all, pardon my French (I never really got that expression…), but I am using an analogy that requires the above ‘unmentionable’ word to be used.
I’m sure any of you who are at ease with English (as a language) and are surrounded by people who are at equal ease with English will have heard the term ” bullshit”.
Bullshit can be loosely described as something worthless. Now, the question remains: is it truly, intrinsically worthless?
A bull - is its shit really worthless?