The meaning of the word ‘photography’ was very different for us in the past. For me it meant photos we shot with my grandmother in Erdek at Foto Sami for example, or the poses I gave my father wearing his giant swim fins, or the family vacations and the beautiful memories of birthdays celebrated with friends. It meant finally receiving the colorful shots after the camera’s film roll was finished and taken to the photographer to be printed, without once saying, “let’s see how they turned out.” They were the photos that we held in our hands to relive memories, that we smiled at and stored away in drawers and photo albums, only to glance at them again, at a later time, to remember those memories once more.
Now everything is so different. As if it’s been poignantly forgotten that the main purpose revolved around ‘memories.’ Everyone’s main concern is if they ‘look good.’ And the funny thing is that no one cares about each other, but only about themselves. For example, after a group photo is shot in order to (supposedly) remember the memory of a nice dinner, everyone at the table immediately attacks the phone to see how they look and from the commentary it becomes clear that they’re only looking at themselves!
Wasn’t the photo shot for the moment itself? So that we could look back years later and say, “We laughed so much that night”? Why are we acting like we’re models picking out headshots for our portfolio? So what if our arms look fat or our wrinkles are apparent? Just like Ege said, so what? (There may be some professional models among us who have the right to some off time as well).
When we stop caring so much about how we look in photos we’ll also be able to enjoy those moments more thoroughly. Plus, don’t forget, no one really cares about how we look because they’re too busy looking at themselves anyway!