Photography, Concept, Styling & Editing : Alexandra Roman   ASHES OF ANGELS   We no longer have private conversations. You no longer speak with one person. You speak to one, you speak to hundreds, thousands, millions.   If you’re one of the many; one that has either Facebook or Instagram or Twitter or Snapchat or Pinterest, YouTube Chanel, etc, then congratulations. You’re a micro-influencer. It’s important to define however the term “micro-influencer”: they’re the everyday people. They’re you and I (well unless you’re someone with over 100, 000 followers). Etymology wise, in Old French, it referred to the “emanation from the stars that act upon one’s character and destiny" . Yet I am tempted to ask, what does being an  influencer  today mean?    In modern days, everyone is trying to be an influencer of sorts. Most people want to be   popular,                                 liked,                      seen.                                                But does popularity have a price?   In virtual, we have created counterfeit coins in a shady yet booming economy with either fake accounts and fake likes and fake influence,                                 yet even more interesting is the aspect of:   fake personalities (yet that is a bit too negatively connoted)   so then maybe:                                           hybrid-humans    Who are you in virtual? You are reborn. Is your IRL identity synonymous with your URL? You are reborn. Are they inherently different? You are reborn.  Your new (screen) identity can be monetized. A new market is opening up, dipped in micro-influencers due to their less costly status. So how does that change the game?        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


                

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


               

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


              PART II  I argue that a geometrical figure begins forming. A geometrical figure formed by your own perception of yourself, the perception of others (your viewers), and the gaps in those perceptions. An image of the distances between them —between perceptions, is formed, with a thin line connecting them all.      So you start having three structural components,  much like Plato’s tripartite soul chart   mind, spirit, appetites   or perhaps you start adopting Homeric poems and wonder if your soul will survive your death   for a life online  or perhaps you soak yourself in Sappho’s ways   and start looking for Queen Kypris (Aphrodite)  in all the posts you make…  to fill the hole with gigabytes and megabytes               

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


                      

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


           

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


       Or perhaps you are all,  but  I’ll say this this though,     We become minds, constantly captured in the act of constructing desires  with every photograph, every status, every snapchat, every text message, every instagram, every dm, every tinder message, every video posted, every meme sent        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


                      

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


               

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


              we are constantly trying to construct and immortalize our desires  or   what we most desire   because virtual keeps it all   time-stamped   it’s forever there, backed up  lacking the “fading” component a piece of paper might posses  virtual invites you to immortalize your idealized self  perhaps the fun, never-giving-a-fuck type (yet we both know that’s not true), or the self-empowering and seemingly confident type (yet we both know that’s not true)  however, virtual idealization comes at a price.     So what happens when a mind has a world fueled by desire?   It becomes its desires.  It becomes its temptations.   But it loses its soul.               

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


               

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


           

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


       Consciously or subconsciously, we start dictating our lives in the pursuit of attractive feeds & cool snaps & funny posts & 'monetizable' features, or  people we’d rather be  We slowly skin ourselves alive to make way for our new pixellated   skins    and you’ll see…  some of us will give in to excess…  maybe some will drink more than they’d have too for a funny or “let’s-be-seen” photo (surface reason), maybe others will dress more ostentatiously so they can tag labels, maybe others will carefully only show a glamorous lifestyle, leaving aside their deeper layers, perhaps others will order food or coffee just for its gram potential, etc       maybe  maybe not              

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


               

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


              PART III  it’s difficult, that’s for sure  I’ve been there myself and maybe still am   in my pursuit of becoming popular online  my own sort of influencer,  I find myself doing things and acting ways   sometimes  that don’t represent who I am and God help me for my   persona has been misconstrued for so many years due to my virtual identity   or where my actions and words have been misinterpreted   because you see, with virtual, with a screen, with perceptions and interpretations   there’s no guarantee you get   authenticity or truth   or at least  my  truth, the author’s truth    you only get your viewer's truth   your viewer's own insecurities lashing out  your viewer's own projections   that then turn into either praise or hate  and i think i'm one that's had many comments thrown at my  hybrid identity    some justified some not, but then I also come across those rare humans who see past this identity i've forged, past this extravagant character I've put together   and  see  with simple,  innocent  eyes   perhaps still not my whole truth  but with virtual, truth becomes a fallacy   and i'm in the midst of accepting that.                 

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


                PART IV   my truth    that which i deem divine  becomes ashes when   put on screen      so here lie  the ashes of angel thoughts   for my truth will only be heard   when air will lay its breaths on it.               

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


        

  

  	
       
      
         
          
             
                  
             
          

          

         
      
       
    

  


       

Photography, Concept, Styling & Editing : Alexandra Roman

ASHES OF ANGELS 

We no longer have private conversations. You no longer speak with one person. You speak to one, you speak to hundreds, thousands, millions. 

If you’re one of the many; one that has either Facebook or Instagram or Twitter or Snapchat or Pinterest, YouTube Chanel, etc, then congratulations. You’re a micro-influencer. It’s important to define however the term “micro-influencer”: they’re the everyday people. They’re you and I (well unless you’re someone with over 100, 000 followers). Etymology wise, in Old French, it referred to the “emanation from the stars that act upon one’s character and destiny" . Yet I am tempted to ask, what does being an influencer today mean?  

In modern days, everyone is trying to be an influencer of sorts. Most people want to be   popular,

                               liked,

                    seen.

                                              But does popularity have a price? 

In virtual, we have created counterfeit coins in a shady yet booming economy with either fake accounts and fake likes and fake influence,

                               yet even more interesting is the aspect of: 

fake personalities (yet that is a bit too negatively connoted)

 so then maybe:

                                       hybrid-humans

Who are you in virtual? You are reborn. Is your IRL identity synonymous with your URL? You are reborn. Are they inherently different? You are reborn.

Your new (screen) identity can be monetized. A new market is opening up, dipped in micro-influencers due to their less costly status. So how does that change the game? 

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PART II

I argue that a geometrical figure begins forming. A geometrical figure formed by your own perception of yourself, the perception of others (your viewers), and the gaps in those perceptions. An image of the distances between them —between perceptions, is formed, with a thin line connecting them all. 

 

So you start having three structural components,

much like Plato’s tripartite soul chart 

mind, spirit, appetites 

or perhaps you start adopting Homeric poems and wonder if your soul will survive your death 

for a life online

or perhaps you soak yourself in Sappho’s ways 

and start looking for Queen Kypris (Aphrodite)

in all the posts you make…

to fill the hole with gigabytes and megabytes 

 
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Or perhaps you are all,

but

I’ll say this this though,

 

We become minds, constantly captured in the act of constructing desires

with every photograph, every status, every snapchat, every text message, every instagram, every dm, every tinder message, every video posted, every meme sent 

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we are constantly trying to construct and immortalize our desires

or 

what we most desire 

because virtual keeps it all 

time-stamped 

it’s forever there, backed up

lacking the “fading” component a piece of paper might posses

virtual invites you to immortalize your idealized self

perhaps the fun, never-giving-a-fuck type (yet we both know that’s not true), or the self-empowering and seemingly confident type (yet we both know that’s not true)

however, virtual idealization comes at a price.

 

So what happens when a mind has a world fueled by desire? 

It becomes its desires.

It becomes its temptations. 

But it loses its soul. 

 
EX2.jpg
 
vsco-photo-1 (7).jpg
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Consciously or subconsciously, we start dictating our lives in the pursuit of attractive feeds & cool snaps & funny posts & 'monetizable' features, or

people we’d rather be

We slowly skin ourselves alive to make way for our new pixellated skins

and you’ll see…

some of us will give in to excess…

maybe some will drink more than they’d have too for a funny or “let’s-be-seen” photo (surface reason), maybe others will dress more ostentatiously so they can tag labels, maybe others will carefully only show a glamorous lifestyle, leaving aside their deeper layers, perhaps others will order food or coffee just for its gram potential, etc  

 

maybe

maybe not

 
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PART III

it’s difficult, that’s for sure

I’ve been there myself and maybe still am 

in my pursuit of becoming popular online

my own sort of influencer,

I find myself doing things and acting ways 

sometimes

that don’t represent who I am and God help me for my 

persona has been misconstrued for so many years due to my virtual identity 

or where my actions and words have been misinterpreted 

because you see, with virtual, with a screen, with perceptions and interpretations 

there’s no guarantee you get 

authenticity or truth 

or at least my truth, the author’s truth  

you only get your viewer's truth 

your viewer's own insecurities lashing out

your viewer's own projections

that then turn into either praise or hate

and i think i'm one that's had many comments thrown at my hybrid identity

some justified some not, but then I also come across those rare humans who see past this identity i've forged, past this extravagant character I've put together 

and see with simple, innocent eyes 

perhaps still not my whole truth

but with virtual, truth becomes a fallacy 

and i'm in the midst of accepting that. 

 
vsco-photo-2 (6).jpg
 

PART IV

my truth

that which i deem divine

becomes ashes when 

put on screen 

 

so here lie

the ashes of angel thoughts 

for my truth will only be heard 

when air will lay its breaths on it. 

 
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