I HEART INSTAGRAM
One of the things I can’t stand about Los Angeles is how people purchase a professional camera and automatically dub themselves a professional photographer even though their images are a hit and miss pile of total shit. And they have the audacity to try to charge a fee for a sit-in even though they are clearly stabbing in the dark—and people PAY, which only seals them as pro and validates more shit photographers to come out of the concrete with complete lack of inspiration that adds up to nothing more than a big waste of time. I’m sorry, but professional camera with business card in tow, a professional photographer does not make.
Then along comes this cute little ap called Instagram and you’ve got your average everyday Joe with a smartphone turning their everyday life into a complete work of art. Some of the images I see on this here little app are postcard perfect and would put any professional Los Angeles wannabe pro photog to despicable shame. And then there are those unfortunate average everyday Joes (long pause) who lack all imagination regardless of any help from a PhotoToaster.
I’m actually waaayyy late in the game of Instagram. I’m doing it, cuz I hear ALL the kids are doin’ it. I have my fave list of average Joes that I follow, but I can’t show you their pics here, cuz those images are supposedly protected. Below are some of my own. Follow me under paulo_murillo and we can rave and rant over each other’s pics and stuff and junk.
And no picture app is complete without some shirtless douchery action. Cuz that’s just how we do.
I’m going to print and frame these, cuz a frame seals these as art. And then I’ll add a price. And call myself pro.