Everyone loves Instagram don't they? It's just about one of the best bits of socialmediafun you can have. Bet lots of people have saids lots of stuff about it. Because it's ace. I love it.
If my memory serves me well (which it doesn't, often) it was in the John Carpenter directed, Stephen King film, The Car, that I first heard the term, "you can't polish turd". And, like the stain said substrance might leave (sorry), those words have stuck with me; way beyond any other memory of what was probably a pretty dodgy film. Perhaps it was great. I don't know. I can't remember. I can only remember those words. Four sticky words.
"Christine". Actually, the film was called "Christine" wasn't it? There, I can't even remember the name of the film, Google had to remind me. And I can't find any evidence to connect the film with that oh so useful phrase. But it fits: Mono-friended High School über-nerd restores car wreck only to be miraculously, and diabolically, transformed during the rebuild. The car, it turns out, has a dark heart and all sorts of nastiness follows. Why am I telling you all this?
Oh, I know. It's Instagram. It does what the unsupportive remark says can't be done. Because even though the idea of applying an instant filter to an image to make it look better would ordinarily be a fakery step too far really, in the context of a socialmediathing, it just works. And works really well. And takes a pretty dull or ordinary snap and adds an atmospheric, even magical quality. It's magic.