When I take pics on my Iphone they are often a blurry mess, an uninspiring sunset or a selfie. They are different to the images captured by my DSLR or a Polaroid camera – less intentional. I just wildly snap and hope I’ve got something that vaguely captures the moment. I’m so desperate to try document my life like most millennials and Gen Z’s. “Pics or it didn’t happen” often rings in my ears as I reach for my iphone. It’s embarrassingly tragic, but I feel the urge to prove I’m living some sort of exciting existence by posting these snaps online.
I like to occasionally flick through my photo library and let the images trigger memories and stories. I’ve picked a few which resonate with me. More often than not, it’s the story behind the image that is more intriguing than the actual composition and colours. These photos are important to me because of what they represent (lame, I know).
I’ve tried to summarise these stories and emotions in fifty words or less.