The picture displayed above has no relevance to what I'm about to post, but let's be honest, who reads a post consisting of text only? After all, most fashion blogs exist for [mental] masturbation purposes only. So here is a completely irrelevant picture to lure you into viewing this post. It was taken in New Orleans just days after I lost my Nikon DSLR to a shady cab driver. Thus, I found solace in the groping hands of horny navy men.
This post is to inform you all that I have now succumbed to the temptation and have been sucked into conforming to this new fad called Instagram. As aa [amateur] photographer, I absolutely hated this app. Yes that's right, photography is a huge passion of mine, which is why most of my friends were shocked that I decided to pursue a fashion blog instead of one pertaining to photography. Perhaps one day, if this blog survives, I shall share some shots of mine with you. But anyway, I refused to join Instagram all this time because of what it represented; a vessel to people pretending to be fucking photographers and models. It gave rise to a bunch of lazy, wannabe photographers because they were now equipped with the ability to apply a filter to a mediocre image that they took off their phone. I considered it an insult to anyone who is remotely serious about photography.
But alas, I have crossed over to the dark side and find myself surprisingly addicted to Instagram. I enjoy it mainly as a platform of sharing images, particularly for the purpose of generating traffic for the blog, but also because of the amazing stalkerish abilities it grants me into the lives of people who rejected my friend requests from my fake Facebook account. In fact, I spent nearly 4 hours on my first day as an Instagram user, prying into the photographic lives of those that I have only dreamed about interacting with. It reminded me of the time when, 3 years ago, Facebook's security glitch allowed all users access to each other's profile for a 24 hour period. Needless to say, I stayed up all night and raped the London network.
So yes, follow me on Instagram? My username is roxthefoxx. With two xx's. I will bring down the original roxthefox. She/he shall be named my arch nemesis on Instagram going forward. And if you're really interested in following me, than I also have a private Instagram: Fameisficklefood. There, now I have revealed you to my personal and private life.
Since this is a fashion blog (apparently), I'm wearing an aqua Topshop tank, MiH Jeans, Nine West flats, and a sweaty navy cap in the photograph above.