I’ve found myself in a rather challenging spot as of late. Reading about how Burtnsky - a Canadian of Ukrainian heritage who spent many years as a janitor - became Photo London’s ‘Master of Photography’...well let’s just say it intrigued my desire to somehow reclaim this time in purgatory at the DMV.

So imagine you're having a forced sleepover with a bunch of people you don't know who are all smaller than you, and you have to share the same bed (and one of them snores like a Mack truck). 

We walked into a dimly lit traditional home with tile floors, uncomfortable looking wooden furniture, an old sewing machine with a work light angled over it, and an open space with a mat on the floor and a large mirror. This is the space where, in less than 2 minutes, I would be directed to strip down and try the clothes on.

Initially, I saw Instagram as a creative community built for sharing moments and inspiring others. Now, it looks like it could be just another business tool. Far too many users are doing whatever it takes to grow their following, simply because they want to take advantage of the marketing/advertising opportunities.