Starting lineup (at MTA Subway - 50th St (1))
I’m embarrassed to say that my main camera is my iPhone. I’m on Instagram so I can follow friends; I like how immediate it is. I upload with filters sometimes; I’m not that purist about it. In the past, you’d pick a certain type of film for a certain look, and today’s filters are a similar concept: the modern version of choosing the right mood. But if there’s absolutely stunning light, and a picture hasn’t needed a filter, I always do #nofilter.
#rainroom (at Expo 1: New York Rain Room)
New Haven Line
Lunch: #fromwhereieat (at Pax)
So Kodak has 140,000 really good middle-class employees, and Instagram has 13 employees, period.
The giant sucking sound of the digital economy.
Pinterest is about the things people aspire to buy, the things they want. Instagram is people celebrating what they bought.
Pin desires, Instagram realities.
GiMP (at Grand Concourse)
Trumped in Harlem (at Gotham Yellow)
Cosmic (at Columbus Circle)
It’s no surprise that hashtags increase your chances of likes and followers. But you’re also more likely to grow your followers by simply asking for likes/follows and reciprocating.
Instagram strategy: Quid pro quo.
Instagrams, worthy of their own language; easily recognizable:
Instagram images have become units of speech, building blocks in a visual vocabulary that functions somewhat like a colonial patois, where old-school darkroom photography is the native tongue and digitization is the imperial language. And like an empire at its height, Instagram is relentlessly making conquests—and in short order. Even people who don’t yet use the app can recognize in its distinctive photos a new visual lingua franca. The images don’t look “filtered” or like Instagrams. They look like … reality.“
Still concur with Hugh MacLeod though:
I like Instagram almost as much as I hate the fact that Facebook owns it.