The digitised self. The portraits we showcase in the 640px by 640px frame known as Instagram. Moments (more often manufactured than candid), images that we decide “will carry this message well.” It all becomes twisted when it's received as a fixed reality, a snapshot representing a life in which blemishes, bad hair days, bloated bellies, imperfection, sadness and darker shades of suffering do not exist. It's surprisingly easy to be seduced by pretty pictures. It’s easy to think the “sun shines out of their arse.”  It’s easy to think she [...]