Here’s what I hate about instagram.
Here we have a (very) poorly processed, (very) poorly executed shot of the sky. It’s got 30+ likes purely because the drop kick behind this photo has decided that 74 thousand tags is relevant to a photo of the sky.
Instagram feeds acclaim based on your ability to play the game. It’s the fatter, slower, crummy, doo-doo cousin of tumblr. I want to search a photo of #melbourne and I get shit stained skies processed by a blind chimpanzee.
Here’s what I love about Instagram.
An artistic snapshot of my friends lives. What they are doing, What they are seeing, and what they are fuckin’ with.
If you’re gonna fuck around with Instagram make it worthwhile for the people following you. They want a snapshot of you. Fuck the acclaim seriously, because the second Instagram falls off, all those hype followers are gonna invade the next media platform.