Another Fucking Contest: Winner # 3
Point-and-Shoot Cameras
By Stephanie Tsong
Let’s get this straight. There’s nothing a hipster loves more than the idea of fostering their hidden (or outright nonexistent) artistic talents — oftentimes through the photographic medium. But rarely does one ever see a bulging 10 megapixel point-and-shoot shoved in the pockets of the painted-on skinny jeans of said hipster. Why, might you ask? To a hipster, the point-and-shoot camera is the epitome of uncool. Nothing pains them more than cruel reminders of their suburban upbringings, laden with upper middle class soccer moms, high school jocks, strip malls, and social rejection. I mean, really, would you want to be reminded of the origins of your trust fund?
After all, there’s nothing more despicable than succumbing to the lifestyle of the banal by waving around that point-and-shoot like it’s a fucking status symbol. At least this Eisenhower-era Polaroid camera around my neck serves an artistic purpose.
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That and also apps like “hiptosmatic” on my iphone.
