I’ve been cheating on Pinterest with Instagram.
I was lucky to receive an invitation to Pinterest early in its beta test phase. It was nice and quiet there, uncrowded, and the majority of the images posted were of high quality. You couldn’t upload your own photos or videos back then, and business and group boards didn’t exist. There were loads of beautiful pins driving traffic to well edited blogs and web pages. I discovered some great new-to-me sites simply by following a pin back to its point of origin.
I quickly learned to do more than just repin from others, and began to curate images from around the web (I’m aware that there are legal issues that pinners may soon have to face). As I watched my boards fill up, I began to learn things I didn’t know about myself. It turns out I like soft images and colors more than I thought I did, something to keep in mind the next time I’m my own client.
I liked being a part of a crowd-sourced bug repair patrol. Seeing the changes take place and utilizing the improvements was fun. If I had problems with the site, I emailed its founder, Ben, and got a quick reply. Oy, how things have changed. Since coming out of beta a few months ago, Pinterest has gone crazy. As for Ben, he never calls; he never writes.
I’m hurt, but I’ll be okay. He has a phenomenon on his hands, so I’m sure he’s a very busy guy. Pinterest is proving to be a boon for bloggers and businesses, design bloggers especially, but for the moment, I’ve grown bored with my boards and frustrated with the limitations of the phone and tablet apps. Since my rapidly aging computer is permanently tethered to an outlet, I got lonely and moved on to a new love.
Enter Don Juan de Instagram.
A younger, less portly app, I have been using
him it for nearly a year, mostly for personal photos. (I’m not one to post pictures of the family. They have a right to their privacy, and I have safety concerns.) A few weeks ago, I decided to delete the photos I wanted to keep private and flipped the switch to a public stream. I’m having a lot of fun and I’m doing it out in the open @livethefinelife. The best part is Instagram lets me be me!
I love that these are my images, dressed up a little and taken out on the town. Instagram reminds me of Pinterest in that I’m seeing patterns in my preferences. They tend to swing from week to week, depending on my mood or the subject matter.
For instance, I was feeling colorful here:
And a bit moodier here:
My stream became tiny inspiration boards, and a mini journal. Insta, we’re at the nickname point in our relationship, doesn’t care if I crop, tilt or shift. Whether I’m playing with my phone, my tablet or my camera, it lets me take average to middling photos and turn them into little square gems.
Last Saturday, armed with my favorite toys, I headed out on a date to an architectural landmark. Using the crop tool and Brannan filter, I turned this “meh” iPhone photo:
Love is patient.
With a quick crop and application of the Rise filter, this enormous bronze pedestal:
Love is kind.
A flirtation with Hefe, and a swath of tilt-shift, took this large bronze sconce from rich:
With two quick clicks, this, from my camera:
P.S. I’m thinking of uploading my Instagram feed to a Pinterest board. How long do you think it will take him to notice?
P.P.S. Welcome to the relationship, Androids. It’s been a beautiful ride. Don’t ruin it!