I got the iPhone and I got the Instagram thingie and now my family is so terribly hip!
I can’t help but get all Baudrillard when I’m making these “now” photos of my kids look as if they were taken out of the back of a Volkswagen Rabbit in 1971 with a camera from Woolworths.
What will the children think of this later? Will these photos be their Classic Rock? Will these photos be like when my parents’ generation made us sing songs from the 1950s in show choir and dress like in American Graffiti, even though it was the 1980s?
Are the children—and even my nonmarried domestic partner—cuter through historicalish filters that are meant to not BE authentic, as the hipsters so cherish, but LOOK authentic, as the hispters also so cherish? My mind is spinning! The children (and the partner) ARE cuter! Oh, god! I am a victim of hipster culture!
—Steph
