Hip to be Squared
Hip to be Squared
I stopped looking for the right angle.
I trapped it inside a square.
One to one. Like a rigged tie. Like a confession with no exit. Like when the iPhone decides the world doesn’t need horizons, just edges.
The 1:1 format is democratic: it cuts everyone down the same way. And if something gets left out, it was probably lying already.
These photos aren’t only photos. They’re small rooms.
On-the-road notes.
Shot with Moodcamera, No Fusion, and Moment Pro Camera II.
Three different ways of doing the same thing: convincing an iPhone to act a little less intelligent. Less perfect. Less clean. Closer to the kind of photography I love: grain, instinct, mistakes, light caught sideways, and no desire to look “pro.”
Hip to be squared, because even rebellion has equal sides now. Because being square isn’t an insult anymore. It’s an aesthetic. A cage with a good aspect ratio.
And we fit inside it just fine.
Perfectly centered.
Perfectly cropped.
Perfectly fake.