So, Christmas was fun. I hope you all had a great time. It was lovely to spend some much needed time with the family back home and declutter my brain.
As you may or may not already know, I think greetings cards are an abomination of an industry, built solely on the guilt and gullibility of the public. With that in mind, I’ve never publicly attacked Christmas crackers, despite a keen hatred for those too. So here it is.
I have no real problem with materialism in a sense. We feel a primal connection with ‘stuff’, and some of that ‘stuff’ in this day and age is almost integral to our happiness. But then there is other ‘stuff’, ‘stuff’ that we have no need or indeed want for, but are goaded in to purchasing on the basis of falsified traditions and notions of a good time. Is it really worth the cost to anybody, from the environment to the consumer, to buy a box of pretty, useless paper with atrociously nonsensical ‘toys’, ridiculous ‘hats’, and a moronic ‘joke’ from the middle ages in it? Can’t we just enjoy time with the loved ones without bending over and selling the last shreds of our dignity to the people who are so adept at taking it?
I took a short series of photographs. A series to shine light on what you’re physically paying money for, despite that it is essentially the end result of some ludicrous, yet thankfully short, display of domestic loudness. The dark void of these images is designed to separate the object from the event, to put it up for scrutiny and to symbolise its last resting place, since not only will these artefacts be committed to the bin before Christmas Day is even over, but that they should never have warranted the oil wasted on its production in the first place.
I’ve not been able to find exact figures, but it seems over one hundred million of these pointless endeavours is manufactured each year.
Try to have fun responsibly, like getting really, really drunk and playing boardgames.
Merry (belated) Christmas (by tradition, not religion).