"Living in a world where we could be dancing" say Bob Sinclar and Molly Hammar in the tropical house song We Could Be Dancing. We could dance and instead we did not, worried more to show that we were at Ushuaïa, then that he spent the whole evening with his phone in hand looking for the perfect moment to post and not dancing, is another talk. This is what Bob Sinclar talked about in a video posted on Instagram, where the dependence on the mobile phone, at the expense of the real experience: always filtered by the screen, somehow anesthetized.
What are the occasions when this often happens?
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Pay for a concert in 9:16
Hours and hours of grinding on Spotify to learn by heart all the albums of your favorite singer; as many expenses in virtual queues to get a ticket. You can, the countdown on the iPhone that you set a month before finally reaches its last minutes and you are there, in the parterre waiting for everything to start. At the first hit of guitar, a rain of screens appear before you, a game of infinite mirrors worthy of a house of horrors of the worst luna park. Caught up in the collective digital hysteria, you too are waiting for the perfect verse to share in a story, hoping that the orbiting strategy will work and can receive a like of hope from your ex. Maybe the Oasis fans will enjoy the moment they have been waiting for 15 years, or perhaps they will want to immortalize the reunion of the Gallagher brothers, an event that is envious by the passage of the comet of Halley.
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The terrible phenomenon of #foodporn
At the heart of iCloud is a terabyte stack composed of watered spritz, photo shoots to infinite lands of cacio e pepe taken from every possible angle, nigiri and dragon roll that have seen better times. It seems the final scene of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, with the food pile forming a globe above Swallow Falls, but with the addition of pistachio, true and undisputed protagonist of social. If there is a crusade that the Galateo should carry on, it is not that of "no say Enjoy your meal at the table" but of the abolition of the terrible ritual of the photo to the dishes of the restaurant: who knows how many have ever really browsed the phone gallery to review what they ate.
"Don’t eat, I have to take a photo" must enter the red flag register so as not to be ignored at the first aperitif of knowledge.
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Overtourism in carousel format
Travel has also changed since the end of holiday stories and Instagram carousels became more important than the trip itself. The search for the perfect shot has become a source of frustration: they need surreal views and monuments, on the verge of perfection; no passing people, no cars. Perfect light, but also not, because the color correction can do wonders. The masterpieces of a museum are consumed in one click, the squares liquidated in a reel: victims and perpetrators, you find yourself blocking other tourists and being blocked to grab the memory of the perfect holiday. Plastic, but perfect. Maybe the soft traveling of the near future will be to live a journey away from social media.
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If the path is free phone concerts, museums and restaurants, Bob Sinclar teaches us the way of mindfulness. Possibly with a beat of yours.
Illustration by Gloria Dozio - Acrimònia Studios
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