Instagram

 So here's about Instagram.

 People have been spamming the social media with Instagram-fed photographs for ages now. And it totally puzzles me as to why people have to so (consciously or otherwise) make a fodder of their original photographs like that - unless of course, the photos suck. So I decided to try it out myself. These are just some random photographs (as random as the photo frames that Instagram offers) that I found on my phone, which I subjected to little Instagram.

 I can't say that it has complicated user interface like Autodesk Maya. Laudable, yes. But..The squareness, the 3 types of focus styles, the enhancement or desaturation of colors, the darkening of edges? Aw, right, nostalgia. And then you get half your friends feeling nostalgic about their photographs, another half having whole galleries of washed-out documentation of their memories.   

Grey Cat, I'm sorry I had to crop out the rest of you. Instagram wouldn't easily allow me to keep the rest. To do so I'd have to go through too much trouble. So I chose Ginger cat over you, I'm sorry. The uniformity of Instagram photographs is enough to dissuade me from using it unless it is beyond my means not to do as 'everyone else' does.

No doubt, I do admit that whoever the creator of Instagram might've been, he truly understands the aesthetic taste of the current tech-savvy generation, and that personally, I've seen nicely edited Instagram photographs as well.

 

Yet, who is to say that this tiny little ingenious creation does not serve to further homogenize the already hopelessly homogeneous society? We can hardly tell apart individual from individual in what currently exists as the concept of "fashion", where almost every female adorns herself with the latest KOREAN frills and the males body-hugging V-necks. The homogeneity of mindset is yet another appalling issue that I could harp on for hours on end, which I'm not going to go into. These aside, should photography - an impetus for self-creation & expression, then be stripped down to the bare basics of what our dear little app has to offer? 

  We all eat mass produced McSpicy anyway. So let us all then strive to be clones of each other! It wouldn't matter, since all our tombstones are likely to eventually sit amongst each others' inconspicuously, perchance with the exclusion of our pathetic epitaphs.