JackRiddler wrote:.
They don't look so bad to me. Should they be laughing? Passionate? Big crowded store, mildly grumpy, looking at the offerings. (It's New York, isn't it? Or do all those stores look as though they were landed in their designated spot straight from the mother ship?)
Anyway, I agree about the fucking cell phones. They're the real plague in social contexts.
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That's the thing, if you can mentally seperate these images from their context, (I know that probably defeats the point but it's my immediate response so I'll stick with it) they become imbued with a strange narrative. What is going on in these images? What's the narrative? I begin to project...
The best art is a window to inside ourselves that changes what we see in there.
And cell phones, perhaps they are forcing an evolutionary response. Perhaps one day our survival will depend upon how quickly we can twitch our fingers and thumbs. Alright, probably not, but I have to admit, despite the annoyance of being contactable everywhere, everytime, there is a thrill in sharing real time reactions with someone on the other side of the planet, my sunny afternoon to their rainy neon kissed night, and having to convey one's response, concisely and to the point. Even if we don't become our own journalist, relating our every quotidian response, it forces a certain economy of prose...
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Given how much trouble it takes to avoid cliche, just being really really cheesy (this seems particularly dominant for me) or just sounding... up myself, that was the last comment I was expecting. 
