The tide changed this time last year. At a Christmas party, my friends and I were all snapping away on our phones as usual, trying out various poses before AirDropping countless photos to one another in the hope of securing just one Instagrammable shot. Then out of nowhere, one friend excitedly whipped out something I hadn’t seen since I was a teenager.
“Let me take one on this,” she said, holding a dainty, playing card-sized digital camera. It looked like it had been dug up from an early Noughties time capsule, you know the kind you’d see in a film about American high school students. “Jesus, where did you get that?” we asked. “I found it when I was moving out the other day,” my friend replied. “It takes the most flattering photos.” A few minutes later, she slipped out the memory card, slotting it into a nifty portable device. Before we knew it, the photos were on her phone. They were a bit faded and pixelated, but I daresay, she was right: we looked amazing.
