In the land of the selfie

Photography, to me, is a cracking way of capturing the impression of a moment. A street scene, something I just glimpse with the corner of my eye, or even something I haven’t actually seen but that happened to fall in the framing of my lenses: this is what photography is for me.
If there’s something that my photography lacks (apart from skills!) it’s self portraits, and for quite a simple reason: I know how I look like and I don’t really feel the need to prove on Facebook that I’ve been somewhere. So, it’s with a bit of puzzlement that I’m witnessing the rise of this new mania for selfies, especially since the diabolical selfie sticks have been invented and, apparently, have taken the world by storm.
As hard as I try I don’t seem to be able to understand what brings people to travel somewhere, be it the restaurant down the road or a destination 14-hours away by plane, and then clog up the memory of their camera or phone with a seemingly endless parade of pictures of themselves partially obscuring monuments, natural sights, food, clubs or what have you. Photos of places and things are, to me, a way to show them to others who, perhaps, aren’t so fortunate to be able to get there themselves; selfies are just a mean to show how good you’re doing, how cool you are and, implicitly, to tell all your friends on Facebook that they suck because they weren’t there, in the photo. Selfies are indeed selfish, and these new sticks are only making them worse for their remove even the small need for interpersonal contact that “classic” self portraits involved, i.e. finding someone willing to snap the damn picture for you.
I’ve been to many places where selfies are now kings of the mountain, but Rio’s top attractions, the Sugar Loaf and Christ Redeemer, are in a league of their own. You might be in a tropical marvel, overlooking a naturally stunning city, but you’ll seldom see anyone contemplating it, or taking in the views. Every phone will be perched atop its damned stick, pointed rigorously towards its owner and every camera will be aimed at some smiling individual. There’s no escaping it, and my only solace was that I must’ve been tagged “That idiot who photobombed us” in thirty languages and on at least a hundred different Facebook albums.
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8 Responses to In the land of the selfie

  1. Couldn’t agree more, and glad it’s not just me. the number of times I’ve stood for ten minutes waiting for a coach party to finish taking pictures of themselves and each other flashing peace signs or leaping in the air as if in uncontrolled joy at being at Machu Picchu/Angkor Wat/TokyoTower/the Golden Temple. I always wonder what sort of friends they have if they need clear photographic evidence that they’ve been where they claim – as if they’d be accused if downloading it off flickr if they just had a picture if the sight without them. I wouldn’t be surprised if the guy who invented the selfie stick ends up being beaten to death with one. One of many annoying things about them is when people forget about them and talk on their phone with them still extended and sticking out two feet in front of them

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    • awtytravels says:

      Do they really keep the stick on whilst calling?! The thing that amazes me is that no one gets his phone nicked by leaving it on top of a pole…


  2. LaVagabonde says:

    The Charles Bridge in Prague is another selfie stick mecca. I think it (the selfie stick) must be the most obnoxious invention ever.

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  3. flapane says:

    I thought I was the only one thinking that way. Most museums (do you copy, Louvre Museum?) should ban them, like British Museum did. It’s a pity to see people blocking queues in front of Mona Lisa or Venus of Milo, just because they wanna show their Facebook firends their best face.
    Geez, shut off that damn thing, enjoy your trip, and try to learn something new, mate.


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