The Ancestral Hall of Languages
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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When we left the land where the gods spoke our language, we thought we would return. We slipped our language in the crook under our tongues for safekeeping as we swam away from the coast. As we swam further and further, we acquired the languages of the gods of the new lands on the tips of our tongues. We were secured in the knowledge that the old language was always underneath, nestled safely. But the old language was not content with the gloomy cave it had to take refuge in. It threatened to escape at the most inopportune times- in times of concaving anger, flattening sadness and expanding joy.
When we brought forth new life to new lands, we released the old language to the young ones. We were delighted when we found that they could hold two languages on their tongues at once. They conversed with the old gods and the new gods with equal ease, sometimes all at once. They spoke to the new gods in ways we never could, of things we never had and that is why they were able to keep swimming, further and further.
As they swam further and further, the space underneath their tongues overflowed with the old languages while the new languages washed in with the seismic waves of their lives. The tremors were felt all the way over here – the shores from which they swam a long time ago.
Hold on! we said to the old languages. But the old languages could not hold on. The interference was far too strong. The old languages, which might have formed roots of the young ones, was not to be. And so, they were rooted out from within and voided, further and further into the ancestral hall of languages.
Dari sini kami berseru
It is from here that we speak to them
Dengan kata-kata dari bayangan
With words that they no longer can imagine
Hari ini hari yang mulia
But it is a fortunate day
Karna dewan ini telah dilengkapi
For the ancestral hall of languages
Dengan sarikata
Provides subtitles.
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Booi Carlyn
Booi Carlyn writes from the confluence of cultures that is Kuala Lumpur. She hopes to harness the chaotic energy of her wonderfully frustrating city to generate stories. Her short stories have been published in Ricepaper Magazine and Touchstone Literary Magazine. She was nominated for the Best of the Net 2021.
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