Lost In The Crowd

If you’ve followed my blog for a while you’d know that it all started out as images. Things that inspire me, move me, interest me. There are moments when I still crave to share like I used to – where there’s no pressure to show up on the day, photo ready. I miss the old days where the amount of likes you got on an image didn’t matter, we were all here to be creators without a measurement of approval to be seen. This even crosses over to real life now as you’d know. Friends making sure they get a photo of the night with the perfect filter to show the “perfect night” in order to gain a figure on a screen and approval from the world around them.

This is what frustrates me the most about Instagrammers the most actually. Instead of showing real life, everything is staged and edited to the point of non-existence. I’m serious, you know where the sky is ‘magically’ white, everything that resembles colour has been removed and there’s no life left there to see. Images a candid photographer would wince at. It’s even harder to find your place in this world, where the ones that conform to the “white theme” end up with sponsors, influence and are moving forward, while the candid creators get lost behind the commercialism of it all.

Don’t get me wrong, there are definitely a shit load left on the internet that embrace this. Sonya Esman continues to be one of my favourite creators for this very reason.

I don’t know. I think while travelling I’ve noticed it the most and it’s made the whole blogging world to me more confusing and disheartening than even before. I don’t know where I fit in. I miss blogs circa 2009.

Anyway, these are just rambles of random thoughts but I miss writing these like I used to and so, here on out, I want to remain true to what I used to love about this hobby. Or else, what’s left?