What is a photograph now? A declaration? A message in a bottle? Allaying existential ennui? Connecting people?
"There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored skin," "thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark inner side of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita)." - from Lolita, Nabokov
"Are you embarrassed by beauty? Do you shy away from the pleasures life (occasionally) affords you? No. You don't. What you do instead is look at a photo of a girl spilling drinks really badly and think, "Maybe it's worth the stress and the anxiety and the overdrafts and grim slide into a lonely death because I saw this photo. I saw this photo." That's what you do. Embarrasing? No." - Baines @ Vice "Are These Really the Most Embarrassing Club Photos of All Time?"