And Here’s What I Ate Last Night
This is the first photograph of a woman ever taken, certainly that has survived, and dates from 1840. Photography has now vanished due to its ubiquity, paradoxically rendered obsolete by being unfettered. Like most people of my age I have a couple of shoeboxes with old photos that now belong to a different era, and have not been touched in years.
The photographs in them depict awkward frozen people standing with their hands at their sides beneath or beside statues and old buildings. My father’s photographs comprised seagulls on groynes and unrecognisable relatives scowling in back gardens. There are unspectacular shots of hills, scenery scenes taken with a cheap camera that could be anywhere, unpeopled pictures of pools and sunbeds, of no earthly interest to anyone, even the taker, places unnamed, friends forgotten, celebrations unremembered.
Now with the latest iOS update every photograph can be pinpointed in time and place, revised, recoloured, twisted, shaped and distorted, catalogued via a myriad of priorities and sent around the globe in a second.
And what do we photograph?