I had the camera with me out in public yesterday and this random dude who doesn’t know me said completely out of the blue “is that one of those toy DSLR’s?” I looked at him because I wanted to make sure I didn’t know him before I lashed out. I couldn’t tell but he seemed slightly familiar so I decided to play it safe. “I’m not sure what you mean but it takes pretty good pictures.” He said something about an expensive toy that I didn’t quite get. Still thinking that he knows me from somewhere I made the mistake of asking him what kind of camera he used. Then came an avalanche of brand names and model numbers that didn’t impress me in the least but it wouldn’t stop.
He mentioned something about shooting RAW and using photoshop. Now I know what RAW is but I was annoyed and wanted the conversation to end so I asked “you use photoshop in the raw? Does that make it any easier to figure out?” He was not amused and started telling me about all of the people thinking they are great photographers by over using filters and posting them online. I stopped caring if he knew me or not and wanted the conversation to end so I decided to get salty.
Fuck you camera snob. You’re just pissed that every teenager takes better pictures with their phones and filters that you and your thousands of dollars of professional gear. Plus how many hours have you burned learning a program that is becoming obsolete as these toy cameras get smarter. Pretty soon your shooting in RAW bullshit will sound as smart as an asshole that still writes on a typewriter. Are we done playing You Make Yourself Feel Better By Ripping On A Random Strangers Shit?
I got madder the more I thought about that interaction. What in the hell was his goal? To make me feel bad or did he hope that I hated the camera I was holding? I don’t get it. I don’t like to walk up to a complete stranger and ask directions let alone just start talking about anything else.
That whole rant made me think of my home made camera finger strap. I saw one like it somewhere on the Internet and made my own. Big fan. So if you see a giant bald douche lumbering around with a camera on his finger resist the urge to chat about it. No good will come.