Roxanne & Gabriel

Roxanne & Gabriel

A child, however, who had no important job and could only see things as his eyes showed them to him, went up to the carriage.

“The Emperor is naked,” he said.

While researching for this piece, I found www.internetlivestats.com. For someone who remembers an epiphany when using Google for the first time – and Skype, or even further back a ‘video cassette recorder’ – I was surprised by the awareness that the site created – of both the subject at hand, and more so, by my own, overdue recognition of numbers that I already vaguely knew.

For example, Twitter grew from 5000 tweets a day in 2007 – when I first discovered and immediately dismissed it, confused about why anyone would be interested in what I ate for lunch – to half a billion a day in 2013.

A little shy of half of the world’s population use the Internet. More than half of those people are on Facebook; roughly a quarter of the world’s population.  At the time I check, 753 pictures per second are being uploaded onto Instagram. If that rate continues, after 4 months, one picture for every person on the planet will have been posted.


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The numbers handily illustrate ‘network effect’ – i.e. the more people who connect to a network, the more valuable connectivity becomes to each user, and the more attractive the network becomes to new users – and so on. And therefore the idea of how commercial economies of scale reduce the price of new technologies – and why the Internet is so lucrative.

Network effect is mathematics, not truth.  It also explains how information with the capacity to entertain, or incite change – or both together – gets to influence so many people and enable, for example, viral videos on YouTube, the quantity of porn online, or political ‘surprises’ like a Conservative second term, the Rt. Hon Jeremy Corbyn, Brexit and of course President-Elect Trump.

So, I thought it might be interesting to briefly expand on some abstract influences connected to our digital obsession. Naturally, I’m especially interested in those that lean towards my interest in imagery because of my practice in analog photography.

To start, is there a tipping point in the value of so much information – or content? Culture, religion, free speech, politics, cute kittens, Russian car accidents, get rich quick schemes? Is more, really more? When will diminishing returns kick in? The growth of the Internet to cover everything and everyone reminds me of a character called Mein Herr from a story called ‘Sylvie and Bruno Concluded’ (1983) by Lewis Carroll.

“That’s another thing we’ve learned from your Nation,” said Mein Herr, “map-making. But we’ve carried it much further than you. What do you consider the largest map that would be really useful?”
“About six inches to the mile.”
“Only six inches!” exclaimed Mein Herr. “We very soon got to six yards to the mile. Then we tried a hundred yards to the mile. And then came the grandest idea of all! We actually made a map of the country, on the scale of a mile to the mile!”
“Have you used it much?” I enquired.
“It has never been spread out, yet,” said Mein Herr: “the farmers objected: they said it would cover the whole country, and shut out the sunlight! So we now use the country itself, as its own map, and I assure you it does nearly as well.


Spiritual Syria

Daniel Boorstin nicely narrows down concerns about exoteric excess – with a prescient observation about novelty, in his 1962 book The Image: A Guide to Pseudo-events in America

Admiring friend – “My, that’s beautiful baby you have there!”
Mother – “Oh, that’s nothingyou should see his photograph?”

Or consider the contemporary equivalent, the selfie – an endless stream of mutually interchangeable ‘me’. Everyone, instant satellite celebrities – all somehow living in the same place: a Möbius world where concentration and distraction have become the same thing. And where the expectations of the viewer and the ambiguity of the photographed collide – mediated by a holy trifecta of telephony, the Internet and the screen – hypnotically glowing like an incessant sunset. A ‘seashell kaleidascope’ showing enough pictures to satisfy Mein Herr’s exactitude: a map of humanity so complete, but temporal – that it feels like it’s all made up. A Fake Phoney Reality.

But, to behave like the Internet for a moment – and offer a contradictory position – I think authenticity, previously ontologically excommunicated by Sontag et cetera is to be found in, and because of the mass. It feels like an example of Duchamp’s “infamince” – difficult to define (“one can only give examples of it”), but there nevertheless, alive and kicking, articulated ephemerally or in absentia like negative space in a viewfinder, shape-shifting into quotidian vernacular – holiday snaps and leaving parties, trillions of times. And here’s the thing, taking the photograph – and especially being in the photographs that you take – spawns authenticity, it’s the dematerialised distribution through the Internet that enables its birth. If reality is a game like Rock, paper, scissors – Broadcast beats dialogue. And an iPhone now beats a memory.

Channeling and simplifying McLuhan’s “We shape our tools and afterwards our tools shape us”, Clay Shirky (et al.) was right in 2008 – society has changed because the way that we communicate has changed.

The equation that once weighed the balance and difference between presence and representation has moved on. And for many, especially the kids coming through – authenticity is a touch screen image, a representation. It’s true that Lee Atwater’s belief: “perception is reality” was the motive behind a winning political strategy – but it’s an idea has since become a general truth.

I think it’s the volume, the infinite scale of imagery in circulation that makes it reliable to suggest that the presence of the original is no longer a prerequisite to the concept of authenticity – Walter Benjamin has reversed if you will.


Untitled (Omotesandō)

We already know that we live in a Baudrillardian world “where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning”. Repetition and comparison abstract the purpose of an ‘original’ photograph into something different, dislocated and uncontrollable. Identikit compositions show what we want to see and all we need to know. So we displace the exponential reality that a composite of image, promotional aesthetic and memory create; and store it elsewhere – relinquishing our memory and its memories to an anonymous server somewhere, anywhere. There’s ‘No neo, no post’ – just popular representation that’s even better than the real thing.

Because reality has splintered and commoditised – to become a function of crowd dynamics, where millions of different perspectives compete without a fixed universal definition or value. And each reality, personal, corporate, governmental, ‘news’ or entertainment et cetera has a mercurial metaphorical ‘price’, measured through the popularity of its presence – an image or brand – and therefore its power in the exponentially networked Internet loops. It’s just a question of which reality’s ‘price’ – whose brand – is strongest at a given time.

We Are Consumed. By a sequencing and accumulation of events, not the events themselves. We have lost control! Plus ça change.

This is nothing new. Neal Gabler coined the idea of ‘post reality’ is his 1998 book Life: The Movie and posited that our collective desire for entertainment was the catch all reason to explain the metamorphosis of reality into – a film. Recently, Adam Curtis took up the theme, with his exploration of Alexei Yurchak‘s ‘Hyper Normality’. Worryingly, Curtis suggests that even the artists have lost control:

“Even those who thought they were attacking the system – the radicals, the artists, the musicians and our whole counter culture actually became part of the trickery. Because they to had retreated into the make believe world. Which is why their opposition has no effect and nothing ever changes”   

“There’s no point in making any more images”, says artist and writer Victor Burgin. “There are already enough photographs in the world…What we need to do is re-read the images we already have.” While it’s completely true to me that empathy is derived from editing (like the little boy in The Emperor’s new clothes), the idea is also quixotic. Censorious elitism has surely played its part in the political upheavals we have just witnessed?

My epiphanic response to the Internet statistics is like reading about peoples’ confusion surrounding Trump, Corbyn, May or Farage. Everyone knew that there are millions and millions of people who think differently than they do. Just as I knew that billions of people have websites and use Instagram. It’s about not engaging with the fact of it: being in digital denial.

Digital, just like its ancestor electricity, is hard to avoid. Can you imagine an emerging artist without a website?

Artist Olafur Eliasson is coming to terms with his own version of denial “As an artist I realise that we in the cultural sector have failed to adequately address the feelings of frustration that people of many nationalities…harbour within their societal structures”

I’m not sure that the self chastisement helps. I think progress comes from a more innocent gaze.

Chris Daly

Chris Daly lives & works in East Sussex. He studied Fine Art at Camberwell and Chelsea college,s graduating with an MA in 2013. International residencies have included; ‘Tokyo Wondersite’ in Japan & Queensland College of Art, Griffin University, Australia. Currently involved in launching a photographic arts website and photo’zine called ‘Soap and Rocket’.

 His primary practice is about photography and the ambiguities of authenticity and verisimilitude. The idea is to use analog and video processes to experiment with colour, tone and edit on the ‘exponential reality’ that now presents – a mix of reality, the Internet, imagery, (addictive) aesthetic and memory.


The Image, Daniel Boorstin, 1961
Life: The Movie, Neal Gabler, 1998
Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury, 1953
Sylvie and Bruno Concluded, Lewis Carroll, 1893
On Exactitude in Science, Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Andrew Hurley, 1946
The Emperor’s New Clothes, Hans Christian Andersen, 1837

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