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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

No clues as to this week’s theme. Is there anything that hasn’t already been said about the selfie? Possibly not but I might have a go anyway.

There was a time, back in the day, if you can cast your mind back, before the days of the internet, before we were able to share snapshots of our lives with everyone we knew, before a time when we had to capture everything we did, before a time when we hoped our pictorial presentations would hopefully make us  look favourable to others, before a time when we would relentlessly feed and fuel the process in order that we might feel popular, noticed, liked, loved and…a time before our natural human needs and desires would have the perfect avenue to generate what we ultimately always wanted, a constant drip feed of dopamine injected into us every time we wanted one.

Before that time, if you took photographs, the only people that would ever see them was possibly the person who developed them, someone you happened to be with when you picked them up, anyone who you actually lived with and possibly people who were also in the photos who you might meet or invite round to show them at some point…and that was it! Mebbe 4 -6 people. Tops. This is almost inconceivable today when you think about how many people see pictures you post up via Instagram, Facebook, WhatsApp or wherever. Photography was a relatively private affair before the internet but it could not be more different today. The difference is astounding. It is now very much a public affair and most of us have all succumbed to this very visible presentation of our existence.

The technology created the platform but it is pretty apparent the human need and desire was already there. Public approval from your community is something inherent in our species and has been a cornerstone of societies since the beginning. And taking and sharing selfies are just the ultimate logical conclusion of what is essentially a primary social necessity. The problem is that you can see that it is clearly ruling some people’s lives who have become fixated with this rather artificial indicator of their own standing and popularity within their created networks. It has possibly become more important to some than anything else in their relentlessly presented lives.

There was also a time, in the not too distant past, that the act of selfie-ing would have been considered naff and vain and deeply egotistical. The sheer fact that it isn’t regarded that way shows how narcissism has been accepted as not only an accepted human trait but it has also got to that stage when it is actually revered. The most narcissistic person on the planet just got put in the top position in his country, even the world, which just shows how egomania is no longer considered a fault but an attribute.

And you don’t have to look at the President of the USA to have that confirmed. Look at the followers of the biggest stars on Instagram and their feed will be drowning in an endless sea of selfies and very little else. What is weird is that they are essentially putting up what looks like the same picture, with the same expression, same pose, same everything (bar a few clothing decisions or lack of them) over and over again. It gets a little twisted after a while. They created these fantastic digi cameras in people’s phones and they were used them to look inwards not outwards. I do not follow heavy selfsters on IG as am much more interested in what people can see than what they look like. Show me your world, not a million versions of your best pout.

I actually don’t have a problem with people taking selfies, what I have issue with is the excessive time being allotted to this activity. A selfie is fine. The Multi-Selfie is the problem. Where you see people take endless versions trying to get the perfect photo. (here is a great example: https://youtu.be/zohVXBopS5o) I watched a couple at Piccadilly circus take selfies for at least 20 straight minutes…different angles, different looks, check back, adjust a scarf here, a bit of hair there, click, click, check back, pout, pout, grin, grin etc etc. It just went on and on and on. I was completely transfixed watching them and they really epitomised how far we had gone down this road of creating favourable content to dish up to our digi friends. One pic is never ever enough and if you are constantly having extensive selfie photo shoots and spend more time trying to show you are having a great time rather than actually having a great time maybe, just maybe, your priorities are a little out of whack,

My other issue is that these moments that are recorded are not even close to being a representation of what is actually going on in people’s lives. How often have you seen a group of people sat around a table in a bar, maybe not having what looks like the best time ever, and someone holds up their phone and all of a sudden they all gather together, putting their arms around each other, getting their happy/attractive/i’m having the best time ever face on and then holding that fake false grin for as long it takes the numpty in charge to bring in the shot. Once it is all done, everyone separates and returns to the positions they were in and the fun they weren’t having. And yet  one or more of those photos will be posted up showing what an amazeballs time they were having and its really absolute and utter bollocks. It never happened. Its a fabricated and ultimately false moment that never existed in reality so why would you want to share that? What’s the point?

People tend to get very upset when you don’t want to do a selfie, something I have learnt from experience but I feel it should always be acceptable to opt out. For me, in those moments, as I attempt to make my face do something that doesn’t reveal my discomfort I feel time slow down to a painful crawl, each second feeling like a mini lifetime as someone fannys around trying to get the right angle and as I stand there frozen, in this fixed fake moment it makes me feel our inwardly looking gaze should be directed elsewhere. Our focus is most definitely out. We need to see a world beyond ourselves. Its just not that healthy an outlook. It certainly didn’t end well for the man whose name became a personality disorder. Narcissus stared into a pool and fell in love with his own reflection. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narcissus lost his will to live. He stared at his reflection until he died. Will a selfie kill you? People have died taking them so I guess yes. Be safe. Don’t selfie.

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

To see the full gallery “R U Talkin to Me? (vol 2) please click here

As the saying goes: “if you can’t say anything positive, don’t say anything at all”. Fortunately I can photograph things around me and get them to do the talking for me. The statements  I have encountered on my travels strewn across this city somehow sum up my thoughts and feelings on this shit storm we are being propelled into. They hopefully convey a fraction of the ridiculousness, pointlessness and general horribleness of it all because right now I feel both too powerless to speak and am also consciously aware I don’t wish to add to the gargantuan mountain of vitriolic opinions already present on the internet.

But are these messages I see out of the corner of my eye talking for me or to me? Is the Universe trying to tell me something or am I seeing what I want to see? We are relentlessly bombarded with messages from media and advertising in every waking moment of our lives but what about the word on the street? What about the writing on the walls, the jackets, the advisory signs..are they signs or just signs?

We see things and we feel they are meant for us. We know these randomly discovered statements can’t actually be specifically for us but sometimes they connect with what is going on in our sub-conscious and their significance to ourselves is hard to ignore . Although we have to take into account we are often a little too eager to assign greater meaning to things that maybe is warranted because ultimately it gives purpose and  relevance to our existence. It makes us believe that we are not insignificant. That our lives actually matter in the great scheme of things. A delusion possibly but almost definitely  a necessary one.

We live in an era where we seem, more than ever, to be defined by our opinions and interact with people through the agreement or opposition to those publicly shared statements.  You used to be judged on how you look, what you wore, but not it is your words on the web that will give you your identity although slogan clothing, which is featured in a few of the photographs does seems to be a current fashion these days. I guess there was  a need to provide some sort of real life accompaniment to our digital declarations because what we believe in can be posted to social media for everyone to see but what do you do when you are in reality? How can people tell how you feel or what you stand for? Solution? Become a walking billboard for your own opinions. It’s essentially the real life equivalent of the Facebook inspirational poster, fortunately without the inclusion of a background of a sunset, clouds, rainbows or fucking unicorns. (I don’t mean unicorns having sex btw – that’s on a different site I believe).

I always wanted  a t-shirt that said “Yoga can’t stop death” so maybe I should just go ahead and scrawl it on the back of me jacket if that’s the current vogue. Ironically it would probably result in me being battered to death by a mob of angry yoga women in jeggings all pumped up on kale juice. Probably wouldn’t have been my first choice for my demise but there you go…

If you would like to see my previous series of “R U Talkin to me” please click here

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Q: What is the difference between someone you know and a stranger?

A: A stranger makes no attempt to hide what they are feeling.

Some snatched street portraits this week. All the subjects featured seem to be weighed down with their own thoughts. Or rather they are just not concealing their weariness or unhappiness as they do not feel anyone is looking. If we become aware we are being observed we will do our best to conceal what we are thinking. The irony is that our guard is up more in private with those we know than  in public with those who we don’t. Surrounded by an endless sea of strangers, we make no effort to put our ‘face’ on. These photographs for me represent the face behind the face. The one people don’t want you to see. But if we are all doing the same thing, why hide it?

We live in an era where so many photographs presented in the digital domain feature fake smiles. An endless stream of selfies featuring nothing but artificial moments fabricated for the camera. You cannot trust a presentation of happiness that has been constructed for consumption. So is misery ultimately more truthful than happiness? People rarely fake being miserable, not in photographs at any rate, so maybe you can trust misery more as the default position of the human condition. The truth is both are moods and states of mind that we experience on a regular basis, the real difference is that we try to hide one but project the other.