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The Social Gaze: On Watching and Being Watched

“Today everything exists to end in a photograph.”

 – Susan Sontag, On Photography

Sontag’s remarks were deemed controversial in the late 70s. In the digital age of image saturation, however, she’s the disseminator of the gospel truth. Everything today from our casual interests, beliefs, interactions across mediums, and even our personality – exists to end up in a 1080 x 1080 pixel and 4:5 aspect ratio photograph, nestled in a thoughtfully curated grid – for the feasting eyes of the other.

The malleability provided by social media platforms to alter our identities has been a matter of discourse since its inception. Our online personas have never existed in a vacuum. As social creatures, we’re in constant anticipation of the outsider’s gaze, in both awe and fear. The inherent need to be seen is always accompanied by the fearful clasp of judgment tight around its neck. The human herd instinct to seek approval makes most of our behaviour in social settings performative. From the clothes we wear and the movies we watch to the opinions we hold more often than not arise from the need to achieve a sense of belonging – the one slated third in Maslow’s hierarchy of human needs[1].

While the performances persist, it’s only human to slip up at times.
Entrée the power of social media.
Social media platforms like Instagram, Snapchat and X (formerly Twitter) allow us to not only create a production out of our existence but up the ante as well – we get to control who views our performance, along with the parts they get to see.

Here’s a thought experiment. Imagine you’re (doom)scrolling through Instagram when you come across a post by a conventionally attractive, white woman. She’s seated in an outdoor cafe. The sunbeams bounce perfectly off of her black sunglasses. Her profile faces the camera as she peers into her phone’s screen, carefully reapplying her lipstick.

Seems cool enough right? What if you zoom in just a bit?

Those sunglasses are the coveted Tom Fords in Whitney, and her lipstick is the classic Rouge Dior. What else, the bottom half of the picture seems to cut off a pack of Marlboro Lights and what appears to be an incredibly expensive lighter!

There’s at least a fifty per cent chance that you’ll believe you’ve stumbled across the feed of an heiress out to lunch in Italy. Such is the power of branding. The mere association with brands established as luxurious converts a simple photograph into an identity definer, as Professor Nita Mathur notes, “commercial brands and luxury commodities have come to serve as signifiers of identity in society”[2], allowing individuals to construct, deconstruct or reconstruct their social identities.

References

https://psychclassics.yorku.ca/Maslow/motivation.htm
https://sk.sagepub.com/books/consumer-culture-modernity-and-identity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14JGQ1JWSgc&t=632s
https://www.forbes.com/sites/forbescommunicationscouncil/2023/01/26/why-and-how-to-implement-social-media-branding/?sh=3c975389793b
https://internetprincess.substack.com/p/standing-on-the-shoulders-of-complex
https://academic.oup.com/jcr/article-abstract/32/1/171/1796334?redirectedFrom=fulltext
https://www.wired.com/story/business-gen-z-social-media/
https://creative.salon/articles/features/is-social-media-over-for-the-younger-generation
https://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/life-and-relationships/new-nihilism-how-gen-z-is-embracing-a-life-of-futility-and-meaninglessness-20231016-p5ecra.html
https://www.businessoffashion.com/reports/news-analysis/the-state-of-fashion-2024-report-bof-mckinsey/

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Kai

Kai is a student of literature and a fan of stories in all forms. Currently fidgeting behind a camera lens, she’s always struggling with thinking too much and not writing enough.

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She collects things

in a portrait of mystery

like her father did, so long ago.

Bureaus, of empty dusted drawers

she packs nonsense within

tin sewing boxes her mother gave her,

covered in lace doilies,

her grandmother gave her.

Or that she earned in penny-dreadfuls

 

for taking my father’s hand-

robbing her clean

so she collects things.

Things that are not hers,

the yellowing photographs she replaced with Bowie posters

the bad memories of what she was left with.

To hold her chinese fan

and speak to me of being a princess again,

Objects we dance beneath to live out our dreams.

 

She and I-

but I never knew the meaning

of the endless dishwear and linen clothes,

Teapots of green sullen whipsers

and candles and jars of jelly,

the sweet taste on her lips.

Does she remember,

who she used to be,

or has she forgotten?

But its too much

to have the china packed into boxes

 

for the ghost children that never came home.

And the murky gemstones

that have broken their borders by smashing time,

surrounded in their void golden casings

wrapped in ripped silk scarfs.

 

She was like them now-

laying before the Tibetan Buddha

or the stones collected from mid-german streams

untouched and caked in dust

or trapped in unbreathing boxes.

She sits alone in that desolate home

Beside her collections

I wonder…

When she would fade into

one of her things

Along the captured stones and behind broken bureaus

Mother, terra-cotta sorceress

talk to me again before

you fade into the memory of

All the things you’ve collected

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AJ

AJ is a senior at Hamline University and receiving her BFA in Creative Writing. She is also published in Sharkreef Magazine. She was an editor on Hamline’s undergraduate literary magazine “Runestone” for the 2021 issue. Her inspirations are sci-fi and fantasy literature, as well as historical fiction and non-fiction.

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