When I was a junior in high school, I decided that I wanted to become popular. Fortuitously, my scientist parents were about to make the one wanton decision that they would ever make in their lives: leaving me home alone for a weekend, along with my little brother.
Normally ones to frown upon any vacation not spent in a tent, my parents made this special exception for Maine, a place where they could remain on their rigorous work schedule. They’d planned a quintessential rise-at-dawn, sleep-by-dusk experience: stilted breakfast conversations with strangers at inns, jaunts to folksy outlet stores, and long walks along punishing rocky coasts. Lost in their excitement, neither [...]
In this series, people in recovery speak about the ways in which they have used social media as a tool. This month’s interview is with “Belle,” a mid-twenties former college student working to get clean against an enduring pill and heroin addiction. Belle is a member of the group Vice dubbed “junkies of Instagram,” a collection of drug users who document their lives and habits on the photo-sharing site.
At the BBC, a set of colorful, beautiful iPhone photos taken at Nigerian weddings, all from documentary photographer Glenna Gordon, who says that the phone makes her subjects feel less intimidated than a regular camera would. Fun fact about Nigerian weddings: all the bride's friends wear one color, and the groom's friends wear another. Rumble-ready, the way a wedding should be.
Ann Friedman vows to start 'gramming photos of herself hunched over a laptop.
Best Thing I Transported in a Suitcase This Year: 10 lbs of frozen halibut
Best Thing I Transported in the Back Seat of My Car This Year: One large tumbleweed
Best Thing a Classic Sci-fi Actor Called Me This Year: “Ann Freedom”
Best Thing I Overheard at a Wedding This Year: "He's got moves no grandpa should have.”
Earlier this year, I was walking down San Pablo around where Berkeley and Oakland rub elbows, and I saw this flyer inviting anyone, no matter whether you identified as an artist or not, to submit Instagram photos to an art collective called Femme Cartel for a show in Oakland. I was arrested by the casualness of this call for art, and the democracy, and the challenge: hey guys, you think you’re so artistic with your tilt shift and your Valencia filter? Submit and find out.
Their flyer encouraged women, people of color, young folks, and LGBT folks in particular to press send. It was a very East Bay outsider moment [...]
"We worked on our wedding photo for four days until it was good enough for Instagram."
Instagram — the highest achievement yet in social-media voyeurism — presents a new form of torture.
A new form of torture! Kids grow up so fast these days. Here are some other, older forms of torture that have the potent lexical advantage of being real: solitary confinement, incommunicado detention, the denial of medical treatment, the denial of safe abortion and post-abortion care, the [...]