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.