Tag Archives: Instagram
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Fragments on Time: Found Poetry in My Dashboard

I have nearly 50 drafts in my blog’s dashboard — waiting, forgotten, abandoned. This week, I encouraged readers at the Daily Post, one of our blogs at WordPress.com, to sift through and revisit these unfinished posts in their dashboard. One of my suggestions to inspire creativity was to pull bits from different drafts and craft “found poetry” from […]

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Chair in Corner

Instagram Has Ruined Me

I love Instagram, but it has ruined me. I  love using X-Pro II and Amaro and Valencia and Lo-Fi. I can do a number of things: Disguise the mediocre. Enhance the mundane. Adulterate a purely fine digital photograph with a filter. * * * * * In November, I strolled around the Palace of Fine Arts […]

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Oxford.

The UK, Instagrammed

I present to you my past month’s adventures in England and Scotland, via iPhone 4. With the exception of a handful of shots, most of these are Instagrammed. We spent the past month with family in Kent and London; friends in Oxford; university friends on a beautiful estate near Inverness, Scotland, for the New Year; […]

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Golden Gate

Home, Instagrammed: San Francisco Through an iPhone Lens

I squirm when I sit still. I think about elsewhere, and how we will get there. But I mustn’t overlook this place. Yes, I write about not knowing where or what home is. That something is missing, that here isn’t quite right. Then I walk around. I explore where I live. And I’m reminded that […]

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On (New) Ways of Photographing and Consuming

I’ve been wondering what a digital photograph now means to me. It used to take weeks, sometimes months, for me to finish a 36-frame roll of film. Each frame was worth something, as I recall some of my rolls cost around $25 to develop, so I took more time to plan a shot. I remember, […]

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La Street C'est Chic

Where Le Street C’est Chic: Street Art of Hong Kong

I’m excited to share this guest post, a photo essay by Elise Bernardoni. Elise and I met and became friends in Cannes twelve years ago, where we were lucky to live for a while. We spent afternoons on the beach across the street from our dorm, consumed obscene amounts of wine and cheese, and interned […]

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