Are we all a bit ‘Selfie’ obsessed?

OK, I’m guilty. I do pepper my feed with selfies that I try to disguise as candid photos. Why? It’s a good question. For the most part I’m rarely in company of someone able to take that vital shot of me looking windswept and interesting (the kids kept framing out the top of my head or asking me to ‘smile’).
I’m as guilty of the narcissism that lies at the heart of the Instagram selfie culture as anyone. We are now able to document every stage of our lives, every moment, every unoccupied nook and cranny of our existence. But, as Jeff Goldblum famously said in Jurassic Park: “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should”. It seems to me that the world is awash with pouting, unsmiling images of those of us who are addicted to social media. As with all fashions, it will surely pass. I doubt it will be too long until photographs once more become the preserve of weddings and Christmas. Perhaps then, encouraged by the rarity of the situation, we’ll all return to flashing a smile at the lens.