Does anyone out there agree with me that photography has kind of got out of hand?
What with every boy and his grandmother now owning a smart phone (or camera), we’re being bombarded with photos on social media platforms and blogs (yes, I too am occasionally guilty) of everything from engagements to picture-perfect weddings with the bride soaring on a swing as her hubby looks on all doe-eyed; of celebrities twerking and cute kittens frolicking; of parties and posturing, selfies and sublime scenery; of ill-fitting dentures and irrelevant travel snaps. We’re being drowned by a flood of out-of-focus drivel and treacly-romantic snapshots …
And I love photography … Imagine how those Philistines who are completely ambivalent to the art must feel under this assault to their senses!
Recently I was visiting friends and saw one of those baby announcements on their fridge – you know the one: airbrushed, with husband and wife caressing her gigantic belly … I gagged when I saw it, but decided then and there to do one of my own – using my friends as models in their dining room.
If you ever had one of these taken, and are now sitting there trying to think up a suitably-indignant response, may I please ask you not to? I’m not mocking you – I’m making fun of the concept, of the industry, of … (do I really need to explain myself further? Seriously?)
I love to laugh – raucously and regularly. But I don’t laugh enough. Most of us don’t. But this is funny (isn’t it?)
(Now that I think of it, if you know any of these people, perhaps this time don’t let them know that I blogged about them. I do still value our friendship.)