Hipstamatic, and Other Faux Nostalgia

I’ve fallen in lust with Hipstamatic on my iPhone … All made possible because the iPhone 4 has a decent camera.

Hipstamatic is the app that allows previously young people like me (who refuse to believe that status has changed) to believe that we can still be the great photographer we dreamed of being when we were 16, and toying with instatmatic cameras.

This dream, like many I had suffered the loss of, is fading and lovely in its dusty frame. Only the best qualities are apparent, and for some reason, the skewed composition and disorganized groupings makes the dream seem more human. More like real art.

Which is to say it is like most art: everyday, dime-a-dozen perfection, carved from our leaden souls.

Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.

 

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