- Gram something during every waking hour.
- Gram every location change.
- Hit the major clichés: cat face, bathroom mirror, all meals.
- Commemorate each wardrobe change with a selfie.
- All photos must be processed (cropped, filtered and adjusted).
- All photos must be processed THAT DAY.
Instagram is salve for the eyes and rabies for the ego.
I expected that shooting this many photos in a day would be disruptive. But the in-app editing was worse. I could hardly keep pace. There were large, conspicuous swaths of day that I missed completely, nose-to-screen.
But I also noticed myself entering a hyper-aware state when shooting. I did look at things closely. Funny how everything you see becomes potentially important when you give yourself the power to bless it with your limited attention and beam it to your digital disciples.
But The Most Important Truth: you can’t choose between actor and director.
I didn’t just document, I was trying to direct. Establishing shots, close ups, action shots, trying to make life more like life than life actually was. Like trying to validate reality with pieces of copies of reality. Which is like validating the existence of a wooden fence with a handful of splinters copied from plaster molds of splinters from the real fence.
When all you’d have to do is walk up and lean on the stupid fence.
Wreaks havoc. The more you try to capture, the more futile the “completion” of your cinematic vision of your life gets. And the more desperate and clingy you get. You struggle, but you don’t mind. Because there’s something so fascinating about seeing yourself that way. In your own movie. That you directed. From outside yourself.
I don’t know if the drug store cashier knew I secretly snapped a picture of my Vitamin Water and a pack of adhesives as they advanced along the conveyor, but I do because I have the picture.
So I was there.
In CVS, completely.