I just looked through my archive of photos and despite the fact that most photographs were not taken by me, I was impressed by my “talent” of reblogging. When I’m scrolling swiftly through the tumblr cafe it amazes me how keen of a filter my eye (the reflection of my affinities) have become. I usually don’t go for the generic cool-looking, nice lighting, maybe ironic, maybe sexy but sweet but tomboyish model look. Instead I try to reblog something that looks comfortable, slightly unplanned, slightly nostalgic, something I wish I could wear or do to my hair. #kidvibes/ not trying to look so sexy. Anyways, I guess this whole reblog culture is somewhat of a reflection of our generation (see #fuckjerry) that we’re hardly creators nor catalysts of nuances, but merely (not undermining the talent of-) compilers. We burrow and compile into something maybe or maybe not cohesive to show that what we “like” or “reblog” or “collect” is in essence another artifact of ourselves. Scrolling through my archive, I am happy to say that the images I compiled to resemble the sort of style, humor, philosophy I am constantly am, or attracted to.