BY Emily Winter        4-6 minutes       Â
Sometimes your favorite app changes its font. Sometimes your boring but trusty eggplant ghosts you (without even a đ» for good measure). Sometimes you make a new friend and muster the courage to invite her to brunch with a clear, concise text, only to have her flake on you with an emoji of a constipated monkey. When these instances arise, it is imperative to work through your feelings via these seven emojis of grief, so that you can heal.
First Emoji: đ±
Itâs normal to comment đ± after stumbling upon an Instagram post of your friends at a party that you werenât invited to. Spotting a photo of your friends looking thrilled despite your absence will initially result in disbelief, and would make anyone want to scream, but, because youâre in your therapistâs waiting room, thatâs not an option. Expressing yourself through an emoji that surely makes Edvard Munch turn over in his grave is the next best thing.
Second Emoji: đ
O.K., you werenât invited to the party, and all of your friends were, and they clearly had a blast. You accept this. Youâve moved through đ±. But what you havenât accepted are your feelings. You tell yourself, âEverythingâs fine, everythingâs great, everythingâs đ.â Youâre simply a little dizzy. Thatâs totally normal. Youâre being hit in the gut with an invisible sack of bricks. But stranger things have happened! Have you heard of Roswell? Or potato chips that look like Jesus? In the grand scheme of things, this is no big deal! đđđ
Third Emoji: đŹ
đŹ is one of the most challenging emojis of the grief process. Suddenly, you realize that you could have been at that party, in that photo, if youâd only tried harder to befriend the host, after meeting her a few months ago, at a friendâs guacamole contest. You could have used more open body language in several group settings. You could have complimented her stupid Teva flatforms when you saw her on the street last week. In your mindâs eye, you see an alternate version of the photo: you, smack in the middle, beaming in a high-necked crop top, hair tousled in that cool, carefree way. Itâs O.K. to feel đŹ, but, if you use this emoji too much, your remaining friends will get annoyed and abandon you. Text it once, and then let it go.
Fourth Emoji: đ€
Not gonna lieâthis emoji scares people. It implies that you might do something rash, like hurl your phone (no!) or make a deal with the devil to trade twenty-five per cent of your battery life to be in that photo. Unfortunately, nary a listless Gen Z-er wants to deal with your đ€. There simply is no good response. Still, đ€ is a necessary part of the grieving process, so itâs recommended that you set up an emotional burner phone to work through this phase. Simply text the emoji as often as youâd like to a proxy number that belongs to no one.
Fifth Emoji: đ
You might think that your next emoji is đ, but no. That emoji is a clear cry for help. Youâre so dash-space-dash-return-long dash right now that you canât even engage in phone-based human interaction. When you text an emoji with eyes and a mouth made of literal flat lines, youâre signalling to the world that, for the moment, youâre dead. In real life, you just need to be alone with your misery. People will respect this.
Sixth Emoji: đ
The angel opens her eyes! Your rebirth begins. Of course, you still feel remnants of all the emojis that came before. You canât completely leave them behind, but thereâs no need to scroll up and relive them; youâre through the worst of it. When you text this emoji, the world will know that youâre passive but functional. At this point, youâre the perfect vessel for #content, so donât be surprised if Instagram suddenly doubles down on targeted ads, which, admittedly, you very much enjoy. In fact, purchasing a $22.99 green jumpsuit from a cagey Internet vender with no return option is an integral part of the healing process.
Seventh Emoji: đ
Congratulations! Youâre back. Quick, post a selfie with the caption âđ đ đ .â Trust me, everyone will get it. Your emotional stock is up. Youâre movinâ and groovinâ! I mean, youâre still in your therapistâs waiting room, but to your followers youâre clearly a beacon of poise and effortless self-possession. Honestly, who even needs therapy when youâve just promoted đ to your most-used emojis? Might as well just skip your session, head to Chipotle, and find out what youâve been missing on Twitter.
âThere are deeper strata of truth in cinema, and there is such a thing as poetic, ecstatic truth. It is mysterious and elusive, and can be reached only through fabrication and imagination and stylization.â
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the
pearl of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
"A good street photographer must be possessed of many talents: an eye for detail, light, and composition; impeccable timing; a populist or humanitarian outlook; and a tireless ability to constantly shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot and never miss a moment. It is hard enough to find these qualities in trained photographers with the benefit of schooling and mentors and a community of fellow artists and aficionados supporting and rewarding their efforts. It is incredibly rare to find it in someone with no formal training and no network of peers.
Yet Vivian Maier is all of these things, a professional nanny, who from the 1950s until the 1990s took over 100,000 photographs worldwideâfrom France to New York City to Chicago and dozens of other countriesâand yet showed the results to no one. The photos are amazing both for the breadth of the work and for the high quality of the humorous, moving, beautiful, and raw images of all facets of city life in Americaâs post-war golden age.
It wasnât until local historian John Maloof purchased a box of Maierâs negatives from a Chicago auction house and began collecting and championing her marvelous work just a few years ago that any of it saw the light of day. Presented here for the first time in print, Vivian Maier: Street Photographer collects the best of her incredible, unseen body of work.â - Amazon
Discussed in Episode 2.10 with Amy Lombard and Sarah Jacobs
Sitting on the Fence with Instagram: "Itâs very hard to trust any entity that says in their terms of service, "Instead, you hereby grant to Instagram a non-exclusive, fully paid and royalty-free, transferable, sub-licensable, worldwide license to use the Content that you post on or through the Service."
What about the argument that selling photos so cheaply will condition buyers against normal gallery prices?
Answer A) That's a good argument. It's probably correct.
Answer B) These prints are so inexpensive, that I can't believe anyone is comparing them to a gallery experience. I hope everyone sees this as something else. Something parallel to the gallery experience.
Answer C) So what? What's wrong with that?
Answer D) I don't think the person that just bought the 4.3M Gursky is hitting refresh on quesofrito.com every week to buy my print. Different markets.
âI never thought of the urban environment as isolating,â... âI leave these speculations to others. Itâs quite possible that my work represents a search for beauty in the most prosaic and ordinary places. One doesnât have to be in some faraway dreamland in order to find beauty.â ~Saul Leiter