Happy Snaps

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.

I locked the car keys in the boot of Siena’s car. We waited for road assist and were grateful for the kindness of strangers. Afterwards, we celebrated with a smoke in the nearby park . Back to old habits – following one dumb decision with another.
The After Party for the opening night of MIFF 2018. Somehow, I snagged myself an invite. I greedily lapped up the free alcohol and industry ambiance. Ivana and I boogied to Janelle, and maybe one day I will feel like I belong here.
Left my wallet in an Uber. It eventually turned up at the Craigieburn Police station.
Can you describe the contents?
A Canberran ID, a debit card and a degrading cigarette. All one needs.
My friends decided to turn the wallet retrieval into a road trip.
KFC and good tunes.
Wandering the streets of Fitzroy, going from 21st to 21st. Drinking expensive cocktails which were covered by the generoustabs.
The infamous LUSHSUX artwork on the wall felt like the perfect backdrop for insta post. I added a stream of conscious caption, so you know. People would think I’m ‘deep’.  
I was walking around the neighbourhood stalking
looking for this cat I like. The roses were in full bloom and the light was doing that thing where it beautifully bounces off the soft petals and hard concrete. I took this shot feeling incredibly smug and artistic
content and grounded.

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