What happens in Vegas…
For those of you who know me, know that I like to edit my photos beyond recognition. Posting naked Hipstamatic shots just isn’t my style. I have to take a picture apart and re-assemble it, if you will, so it becomes a work of art.
The few times I’ve experimented with Hipstamatic, I’ve been disappointed and pleasantly surprised in the course of 4 shots. Just like some people always use the random setting in Decim8, I tend to shake my iPhone to randomly select a lens-film combo. I guess because learning how to use each one of them is too much work … and I don’t have formal training in photography to be excited at the prospect. (If any of you Hipsta experts have words of advice, I am all ears.)
But when I visited Las Vegas earlier this year, I decided to let Hipstamatic do the capturing. There are no sordid tales to share, just some beautiful imagery that made me sit back and submit myself to nostalgia … to a time when cameras were expensive and so were film strips … a time when “seeing” the photos we had taken on vacations was an “event” … a time when the excitement and anticipation of print photos was palpable.
A time when life was simpler and only “special” moments were cataloged for posterity.
For me, Hipstamatic will never be the camera app of choice; but every time I want to evoke memories of yore, I will be reaching for it in my app arsenal.
I apologize for not including Lens-film combos with these photos. I lost all of that information when I switched from an iPhone4S to an iPhone5 last month.
The unmistakable fountains
It’s a long way to the entrance
Which way is Stratosphere?
Marilyn in despair
The iconic tower
The city is lit up
When all is said and done…