Milky, milky
Digging this new theme (Thanks, James!). Because my New Statesman column doesn’t have a dedicated RSS feed, I’m going to do my best to post links to my columns here, so those who wish to can keep updated.Here’s this week’s column, on touching up your holiday snaps (see one such touched up snap, right):
My youth is captured for posterity by a series of blurred close-ups depicting me and my best friend in various locations in northern France, squinting into the sun as we attempt to point a Boots disposable camera at ourselves in the style of Thelma and Louise.
Inevitably, half of one of our faces is always out of shot. But things have come a long way since then. With digital photography, long gone are the days of walking into people as you left the chemist’s, flicking through the 30 overexposed, or pitch-black, photos in order to locate the six half-decent album candidates.
Read the rest here.
I’m posting this from Brighton today, where I’m enjoying a four day break, most of which I’ll be spending here.
