Has Instagram Stopped Us from Living in The Moment?….. NO!

I’ve been taking photographs regularly since I discovered Flickr in 2007. Unfortunately by then it was too late for me to have gleaned enough knowledge from it to pick a decent wedding photographer (I was married in 2006 and the professional photos were not very good. Thankfully my Brother-in-Law had his camera and took a bunch of great album worthy photos, phew!)

My love affair with phone photography started with the app Hipstamatic (which I really need to start using again) and then when instagram appeared, I was all about “the ‘gram”.

In my time taking photos I have completed 3 separate 365 projects (2 documented on my Flickr and 1 solely on instagram) For those who don’t know what this is, it’s simply taking one photo a day for a whole year. It’s kind of hard, and sometimes you don’t know what to take a picture of or just forget. But it’s taught me to really consider what makes a photo ‘interesting’ and whether a picture really is interesting before I load it to the internet. It really helped me to look at things in a different way to enable me to take a decent photo 365 times over a year.

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But after the first 2 (I did those back to back, since the first one was rather boring) I decided to put my camera away for the most part. I didn’t keep it in my bag (mobile phones didn’t have decent – or sometimes any – camera back then) I felt like I was too swept up with taking a photo at every good opportunity that I was missing out on the actual experience.

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Since then, and with vast technological advances, we all have awesome cameras in our pockets. My iPhone camera has a higher pixel quality than my Canon dSLR. But there’s always the chance to get swept up in a photo moment rather than fully living the experience. I remember going to an exclusive Hosier gig. The tickets were REALLY hard to get and he was just about topping his game. Everyone was talking about him. Two women in front of me took a few photos at the start of the gig, and then about an hour later I saw one of them uploading them to her instagram (whilst the gig was happening) and then within 15 minutes she was back on instagram, not only checking her likes, but sharing the photos with her friend sitting next to her – of the gig she was at that was STILL HAPPENING. She was busy reminiscing about something that was still happening in front of her and that she was missing….. FACE PALM

It’s certainly a fine line between sharing an experience and completely missing it. Years back, just after Michael Jackson had died, I went to a local town to see a Thriller Flashmob (remember when flashmobs were a thing?) The actual flashmob might have been good, I don’t know because this is what happened:

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You can play ‘spot the MJ impersonator’ with this one. I was totally struck by the amount of hands, phones and cameras there were in my way (this was 2009 so it wasn’t hugely the norm). But then, remember mine was in the crowd too!

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My first fulltime job was in retail back in 2001 and me and the girls used to find it odd seeing holiday makers with their cameras in a shopping centre taking photos of themselves in front of stores….. little did we know it would be the norm just a few year later.

Anyway, this is all bringing me to why I’m here talking about this today. A few days back Sara Tasker shared a link on Twitter (which you can find here) This article is about a Vimeo video (that you can watch in the article) created by a fella named Oliver, showing how ‘everyone takes the same pictures on instagram’. In itself it’s a really enjoyable video to watch, and well put together, so I’d encourage you to see it. But this site decided to interview the creator and here’s what he said:

“During my trip, I felt that many people didn’t really enjoy the moment and were hooked to their smartphones,” he says. “As if the ultimate goal of travel was to brag about it online and run after the likes and followers.”

I was with him up until then. I feel like this guy has really missed the point of instagram. He’s actively searched on instagram for places, tags and similarities and then put them together in a video. You could make a video of old paintings of fruit and tell people about how everyone back then was so obsessed with sharing their fruit bowls that their apples went bad before they could eat them…..

What he saw when he watched the video (he’d carefully curated) “Everyone spends the whole time behind their screen, everyone spends their whole holiday trying to get the perfect shot, that shot has been done already, this is all for likes, oh look at you bragging about your pretty beach holiday”

What I saw when I watched his video: “These people are living their best lives, look how happy they are, what an awesome view, what a crazy experience, these people belong in this world, I wish I could visit this place one day”

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What Oliver has failed to remember is

  • instagram promotes creativity, and it’s awesome to be creative and share that with like-minded people
  • taking photos is FUN
  • Not everyone is sharing everything from their holidays. That shot you’re seeing is the work of potentially 1 minute of their life
  • So what if they do spend their whole holiday with their face in their phone – it’s THEIR holiday and THEIR face!
  • Everyone is chasing experience to fill their one chance at life – so what if they’re having and then sharing the same experience as someone else has. It’s their experience – there are A LOT of them to have.
  • Sharing on instagram provides a little ‘experience’ to everyone who sees that picture. And it’s amazing for those who can’t (or haven’t yet) visit these places. Isn’t that the point, really?
  • If you feel it’s a ‘brag’ or you don’t like it – don’t look at it. Instagram isn’t mandatory. And if you can’t come off it, because you’re enjoying sharing your own pictures, remember why you’re using it. Your feed is there for you; curate it. Someone might just be sitting there looking at your photos thinking ‘what a bloody bragger’. They’re not for you, just like you, Oliver, are not for them.

I’m definitely an advocate of not missing an experience. But I’m also very concerned about forgetting experiences I’ve had. I have a huge fear that my memory will go and it’s a very lonely feeling. I want to be able to relive past experiences, and reminisce. The world of online albums and having a camera ‘right there’ when I need it is wonderful to me. I understand you shouldn’t have your face in your screen all the way throughout your life. If I’m filming or photographing something, I’m very careful to not view it through a viewfinder. But so what if people do – it’s their life, and if it makes them happy then ‘whatever’. And who knows, they might have experienced that thing a hundred times before, so filming whilst you’re there shouldn’t anger you – you concentrate on you. They might just be taking pictures or filming something on behalf of someone who just couldn’t get there. Their sharing this experience could bring enormous joy to someone across the globe, or even just to them in years to come.

It boils down to – why do you care so much? Concentrate on yourself, Oliver, and don’t spend so much time on Vimeo making videos about other people’s life experiences….. say what? It’s what you enjoy…..? oh! well…. my point has been made.

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All images are my own, are copyrighted to me and cannot be used under any circumstance.

Gone too Soon

I dwelled for a while over whether I really wanted to write a blog on the subject of Michael Jackson’s death. And decided in the end that if I want to use my blog as a vent, a soap box for my opinions, I really ought to. So here it is.

Michael Jackson, in my opinion, was and is a legend. A unique spirit whom very very few understood. Maybe now he’s gone, we might be able to understand him better.  Firstly I want to just say I understand other people have opinions, and they are all valid. But I wish people with a very small understanding of things wouldn’t jump on the bandwagon and disrespect someone who has died. I also want to say, if you disrespected him two days ago, don’t today all of a sudden have a deep love for the man. Stick by your convictions, but make sure they’re *your* convictions.

I grew up listening to Michael Jackson’s music. I remember many road trips with the family listening to Bad on the car’s tape player. Learning all the words and singing along. I also remember when Thriller came out. I was so scared of the video, that the song scared me so much too! Once I went with my big sister to one of her friend’s houses, and she was playing Thriller on her little vinyl player, on repeat. I was too shy to ask her to turn it off, so spent the day in a cold sweat! One thing my Mum remembers is going to pick me and my sister up from school discos, and noting that the boys were also dancing. She said it was Michael’s influence, that meant it was okay for boys to dance for the first time. Little kids saw him as an idol and tried to emulate his moves at primary school dances!!

I’ve always supported the theory that the allegations against him were from money grabbers. Part of it is not wanting to believe he could do anything like that, I know. But also, I think those money grabbers were taking advantage of a man who was seen as strange and strange looking, and someone they couldn’t understand. People are afraid of that.  Michael always had the Peter Pan factor. I’ve compared him with Britney Spears before – both thrust into the spotlight at a young age, not allowed to be children, and then when they do grow up they behave unusually, and are broken down by the very people who put them through it in the first place – the public and the media. He wanted to be a child and live his childhood and couldn’t relate to adults. So he spent his time with children and he lived like one, and behaved like one. No one taught him how to behave, so he did what he did. And people couldn’t understand it.

At Gary and my wedding, we had quite a few Off The Wall tracks played. Whenever his music came on people wanted to dance, and smiled and felt happy. That’s what he wanted to inspire and he did. We had tickets to see him at the 02 in London in August and it’s a shame we won’t get to see him. But better now, than on stage. And however he died, I’m getting the impression it was his wish. They haven’t announced how he died, suicide/assissted suicide, natural causes – who knows. He’s going to be playing in his own Neverland where no one can criticise him any more. And let’s let his memory live on in his music and his dance. An inspiration to many. As P Diddy said in the last 24 hrs “he showed me you can actually see the beat” – that struck a chord with me.