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September 2, 2016

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In the world of social media, Instagram may be an oasis, but as a collective creative project its size is staggering, almost beyond comprehension.
In the past year, 30 billion photographs were uploaded. Eighty million go up every day. What does that even mean? A few years ago I saw an exhibit by the Dutch artist Erik Kessels called “24 Hrs in Photos.” Kessels printed out every photograph that had been posted to the photo-sharing service Flickr (one of Instagram’s predecessors, now moribund in Yahoo’s fatal embrace) over one 24-hour period. The photographs filled a room, climbing several feet up the walls, forming mounds like a snowdrift. There were so many you could make snow angels or take a bath. To do the same thing with Instagram it would take a basketball court or a concert hall. The scale of Instagram beggars all attempts to describe it piecemeal. It’s a tidal wave of visual information sweeping away all the old shibboleths of art criticism as it comes to shore. Camera-phone Lucida | The Point Magazine

Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 2, 2016 8:27 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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"30 billion photographs"
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Most of which are of the quality that is not worth the effort it took to take them.

The new millennium is being buried in blurry assed hastily snapped, thoughtless junk reflective of the people snapping them.

I've told emailers to just stop sending me that stuff. If it's not worth their time to take a proper picture it isn't worth my time to try to look at it. Free rent my ass.....

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 3, 2016 9:07 AM

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