I’ve been watching with interest fashion photographer Oliver Zahm sheltering in place in Paris. In better times he’d be photographing models on the runway - or better yet, risqué candida at the after parties. Instead he takes his walks to a garden featuring a Maillol nude which he videos and photographers every other day. One can see his profession and obsession played out in this limited controlled environment. On could say it represent his own growing madness over time in isolation.
And yet I look at my own Instagram feed,our garden, the pugs, and cocktails in abundance. My madness in these times. Honestly, it’s finding beauty in our surroundings, finding something outstanding in the familiar to share - we create our own Instagram museums, as we art direct our environment - at least on Instagram and I presume other image based social media.
I am enjoying Instagram right now, windows into everyone’s personal confinement, their restricted views, their ways of coping, their pets and their neighbors pets. Again there is this weird feeling of solidarity scrolling through the feeds. We’re all in the together and are probably revealing more of ourselves than we might otherwise. There’s strength in the vulnerability.
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