Problem is it doesn’t actually look that way. It’s manly and gritty and worn and warm thanks to Instagram. One click, a few swipes and out comes a photo with feeling.
It’s all fake and I’m okay with that. For a while I resisted the whole hi-tech phone/lo-fi photos craze under the rationalization that anyone could do it and too many people were already doing it. My 2011 phone-photo-a-day project was going to be real. No faux fading for me.
And less than a month into the project I abandoned it for one reason: Phone photos generally look like hell. Instagram makes them look better.
That’s why I’m one of the masses now. Is it real? No, but the real isn’t very good. In the same light with the same camera this is what my desk actually looks like. I don’t even want to sit there.
But the photo you see here? That’s the desk I want to sit at. It’s the desk I want you to think I sit at. It’s the desk I want it to be.
When it comes to the random snapshots I take with my phone that’s more important than the truth.