Wednesday, July 11, 2012

"I have the bloody leg he gave me still in its box."

So here's my take on Instagram. Not that anyone will care, because Instagram has like eleventy billion users and I, of course, have to be the lone dissenting voice.

You can probably guess where I'm going with this. I don't like Instagram. Now, before all you hipsters look over your fake glasses at me and throw your cigarette butts in my direction, let me just say that it's not because I don't like the photos that come out of the app, or because I think the people who use it are stupid. (Or unoriginal. Or annoying. Or delusional about the fact that they became Ansel Adams overnight and think that every photo they take with their 5-megapixel camera phone is suddenly worth sharing.)

The plain and simple fact is that when it comes to photo manipulation, I prefer Photoshop. I say this not as an artiste, or as a photographer, but as a control freak. There's no way I will ever allow some one-step application to mess with my pictures knowing that I'll lose the original copy forever.

My photos might look over-edited, but damn it, at least it was by my own hand.

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