Tired of watching photographs. Any photograph. Colour or monochrome. Documentary or surreal. Plastic art or digital. Film or photoshop. Tired of pseudo-experimentalists making tall claims to art. Tired of people trying too hard to be unique. Tired of people taking photographs too seriously, going gooey over banality. Irritated on being force fed with deluge of the banal imagery diet. Imagery that is devoid of any soul and that which is just another piece of mechanical reproduction of the world around us.

It was so much better back in the days when there were real masters, with real talents. The days of no gimmickry.

Really makes me wonder what is the limit to all this? Where does one draw the line? When does one reach the saturation point? Where has all the simplicity of vision gone? Mind you simplicity here is referred to elegance of vision. Yes, whatever that means.

I am numbed and nauseated by the sheer thickness of this heavy image downpour. It is so heavy that my tired eyes have given up seeing the good from the banal, sadly. The really good photographs are only mimicry of the masters and the plain ones just plain. But good mimicry is still good, as there lies the potential for real change. But where is the good mimicry, tell me?

Hip shots, not-looking-through-the-view-finder-shots, a wino-grandish outlandish shot, wishy-washy shots, a parkish-like light and shade rendition, an erwitt-like humorous capture, a kalvarish surreality, a pinkhasovv copy here, a webb copy there, desperate blind street shots – hoping to find rhythm in the scattering of the masses – shots spilling all-over-the-place like bullets sprayed indiscriminately on unsuspecting masses.

Meaning is secondary, style is paramount. Gosh! Style, FUCK style, if style is just an end in itself for you! Please show me a meaningful photograph, and make my day. Something simple, something accessible.

The inspired aspiring for originality, but is so star-struck that it has become very hard for them to gyrate on to an independent orbit. The distance, if there was any, is now getting blurred and foggy. The creeps are closing in, and painting the town red with banality. The kind which is consolidated by force (of numbers maybe) rather than quality. And they are shamelessly going about it, thumping their chest, making wild calls for attention. The moronic tweaking of the sliders on photoshop, mostly unaware of the red turning magenta, yellow turning yellow-green, the greens turning a little too green, and the solarised pixels wearing a plasticky gleam, reeking of aspiration hitting the proverbial wall!

 Nothing that is thrown at me seems new or fresh. Overdone, rehashed, it just doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Then there are the comments. Someone should just shut them up or ban them or just use filters of some sort!

 Time for some beer and a smoke!