It’s almost 1 year ago. My retreat from Instagram. A bitterly necessary step which was long overdue. A superficial pseudo society that kids itself as much as its fanboys and fangirls.
Of course. Instagram has (had) its reason for being. I liked sharing my photos. But never from my face. I’m not like them. I posted street art. For example. Directly from the walls of Vienna. And completely without fake.
But the unavoidable end of my Instagram era didn’t and doesn’t prevent me from catching artworks of the streets. And sharing them. Because I don’t need a lying network for this.
I proudly have my own portal. Where I write articles for you all 4 days and where I will never adjust myself for any money. And where I publish my visual impressions regularly.