Lesbians photographing lesbians and the heteros who photograph them.
Welcome to your Friday in lame stock photography.
The Tenderloin doesn’t have a golden hour. Like everything else, the lighting is harsh and then dies.
This is an INTERNET CODE RED. I summon POWER OF CROWDSOURCE.
I need you guys to recommend a camera, stat.
Photobloggers, what is the hipster standard you guys have been using? I don’t want quirky equipment. I just need the basic, high caliber camera you guys have all been creaming over for months now. Yeah, yeah, I know you all mentioned the DXSRL-80002dZ (or whatever) a million times, but my eyes kinda glazed over because I’m a videographer and didn’t give a damn about still frames except WHOA things took a left-turn and now it seems I require a device for recording visual images in the form of digital photographs, youknowhatImsayin?
I have to buy a camera this afternoon and I don’t have time to do my full Consumer Reports™ research. So I need to crowdsource this shit, quickstyle.
Yeah?
That’s me in the middle with my cousins. I think it’s 1982.
I just want to point out that a trucker cap, Adidas sneakers and the vest-over-plaid combo absolutely passes for a hipster aesthetic.
bremser: John Harding, Leavenworth & Geary, San Francisco, 1995
I saw this prominently displayed at the SFMOMA. Question: Is that or is that not a tranny? I feel like it changes the context of the photo.
itsnotthatserious: alybooboo:photo by Stuart Dixon
i just love you, san francisco.
Usher: Sir, no photography.
Generic: What?
Usher: Please put the camera away.
Generic: I thought we were allowed to take pictures.
Usher: I’m sorry, photography is prohibited.
Generic: No really. I’m quite certain I read a great deal about how we’re allowed to take pictures at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.
Usher: You can’t take pictures on this floor.
Generic: Why not?
Usher: We don’t own this collection.
Generic: Oh.
Usher: Please put the camera away.
Generic: How are we supposed to know which collections you own?
Usher: An usher will tell you.
Generic: An usher will tell me.
Usher: Yes.
Generic: Once I’ve already taken a picture.
Usher: Right.
Generic: You mean I won’t know if I’m violating policy until I’ve already done it?
Usher: I don’t make the policy.
Generic: Fine.
Usher: Thank you.
Generic: Your painting of Condoleezza Rice is safe with me.
(via brittneyg)
Self-contained perfection. A haiku of politics and photography.
Uptown Almanac says it out loud:
If I see the word “Hipstamatic” pop up in my MyFace.com Newsfeed one more time I swear to god I’m going to go around smashing iPhones into fucking oblivion. You are flooding the shit out of my newsfeed and seriously hampering my hourly stalking of girls that I did/didn’t have sex with two to six years ago.
And like that shitty Happy Meal toy I didn’t want, every Newsfeed instance of that apex-douche term “Hipstamatic” comes complete with a lame picture you took of your dull day-to-day life, plus the synthetically retro after affects you added to make it seem one ten-thousandth less dull. FUCK.
edit: And for the record; yes I do know that I can “hide Hipstamatic Share for iPhone” but motherfuckers be double posting as wall photos telling me all about what kind of ‘rad’ fake lenses and no-longer-produced film you didn’t actually use. I’d prefer to block your app, not you. Don’t tempt me.
Also: tumblr. Time to let these apps die.
For me, there is no more damning an indictment to be leveled against a museum than to say it prohibits photography.
If the gallery experience can captured by an online photo, then the art was probably unworthy of exhibition to begin with. That’s not how great art works. We’ve seen a million pictures of the Mona Lisa; the original dwarfs the copy—or so I’ve heard.
(And yes, I include Warhol in this critique.)
I was going to draw a parallel between such museums and the Old Media institutions who attempt to hold their content behind a pay wall. But even those dead-tree publications have a stronger case.
You know nothing of life, son. You know nothing of posture, of pain, of love. Keep walking with your sniveling technology, son. Just keep walking.
The Tens is giving Sex Pigeon a run for his money, I’ll tell you that. More literal. More teeth.
(via burritojustice)
“The Bay Area is so beautiful, I hesitate to preach about heaven while I’m here.”
- Billy Graham
