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Turbo LiftHi, I’m Rachel… and I’m a Hipstaholic.  It’s been 30 minutes since my last shot.

In my own personal experience with twelve-step programs, I can confidently say I’ve got step one covered here.  However in this case I’m not interested in moving through it.  In fact, I’d like to hang out for a while.  It’s cozy in here.

A week ago when I was invited to Juxt, I could have written about any number of things.  As timing would have it, the recent release of a certain D-Series camera inspired me to write my first blog (ever) as an introduction to me and my addiction; the Hipstamatic camera.

This past week I’ve been nothing less than giddy.  The moment I learned those mad scientists at Hipstamatic would release a new and mysterious product, my pulse quickened and my eyes dilated.  I’m pretty sure I tweeted, “I don’t know what it is or how much it costs, I must have it!”  Well, my friends, I may just eat those words.

To illustrate my adoration of all things Hipsta, I’ll recount those first gleeful moments downloading, waiting impatiently…loading…installing…come ON already!!  Opening the app to find what looked like the modern, sexier older sister of my Hipstamatic BFF, I was elated.  I’m not ashamed to say: it was like early Christmas.  What happened next surprised even me.  I took care in exploring each new feature.  Saving the best for last, I arrived at the camera selection screen. Select… select… I took a mental double-take.  Wait… are you…?  Ok, so… wait… really?  You’re telling me I have to pay for every single roll of black and white film?  What I’m seeing is that every photo I take is going to cost me?  This is an outrage!!!

No PicnicI need to be clear that it’s not my intention to bash the Hipstamatic team for their latest money making endeavor.  In fact, quite the opposite is true.  After all, these are the evil tech geniuses almost solely responsible for feeding my passion for photography until it overflowed into the IGverse.  Where would I be without them?  I do not begrudge them their profit margin.  No, I will be giving the D-Series a 4.5 star review (most likely in greater detail on this very blog) and I assure you I will use it often, post photos as I always do and fall madly just as I did with my original Hipsta lover.  What I’m getting at here and what I want to explore with you is that visceral reaction; the immediate and deep seeded rejection of being told I have to PAY to take photographs.

What has become of photography, my friends?  Would Louis Daguerre be proud?  Would he lower his gaze in disdain?  Is it my right to take thousands of photos for free because technology says I can?  Or is it my obligation to financially support the industries making it possible?  I invite you to discuss the evolution of photography’s bloodline that brings us together here.  Some part of me realized in that incredulous moment, how absurd my objection must be in the eyes of a traditional film photographer.  My amorous relationship with photographs has grown in an age where a photograph can be captured at any time, in any place, on any whim.  You’re talking to someone with 1,800+ photos in her camera roll alone, not to mention the thousands of others on hard drive.  I sometimes feel like the spoiled only child receiving a brand new Mercedes for her sixteenth birthday.

As with many of my peers, I was drawn to photography and memory making from a very young age, but the price to indulge and excel was prohibitive for me as the experience level advanced.  Fast forward ten years and moments in life can now be captured… relatively cost free from my PHONE of all things.  This is a mind boggling concept when you look through the eyes of say, my grandparents.  They were literally stunned silent when I showed them my iPhone photographs.  It really is a wondrous device.  Receiving my first iPhone as a gift* three years ago opened a world of options, admiration, beauty and new relationships that led me here today.  I always felt I had a creative side.  It took this little device to draw it out of me.

Power StruggleWith that said, I find myself embroiled in this internal dialogue:  Are mobile photographers artists?  Is iPhoneography a genuine expression of skill and creativity?  Are we simply riding the coattails of talented app designers?  Have I deluded myself into thinking my photography is artwork because I have followers on Instagram?  Where can I take this obsession of mine and how do I keep my integrity along the way?  Shall I rise indignant when film photographer friends call me “phoney-ographer”?  Of course I have my own opinions, and I’m happy to share.  What I’m most interested in is exploring here and in future posts, a dialogue among peers.  I want to hear how you think and feel about this and other questions of mobile photography as hobby, as therapy, as profession, as escape, as obsession, as art.

I’m very happy and honored to participate in this eclectic community and anxious to share this experience with you my new good friends.  I’m jumping in, let’s go!  Juxters… Cheers!

(*I married that guy, by the way. iPhone is a geek girl’s promise ring)