Instagram Metrics are something a bit frustrating. I decided to publish a modest series and with the right tagging it hit quite some likes, and high ratio to followers given my measly small account.
But growing isn't easy, AFAIK if the algorithm pushes you to be recommended that is it. Keep getting people who follow to unfollow. I don't like the trickery and it leaves a sour taste to the art... Plus also eyecandying which I don't get into that much.
Also the specifics of each project, of course that model is required. You could check if they need a "vintage hipster" next time 😉
Then the lifestyle does take its toll to those that get some success but become delusional.
Sorry to hear about "Brad Pitt" the dog. We never had a pet in house but made friends with some dogs around and they have that serene freedom, unconditional and true.
My friend says that dogs are true friends and cats are like bad women. As a kid during summers at grandma's house there were feral cats and they are not as trustful.
Jorde,
The reason why "Maggie" got an agent, and a great one at that, from a leading agency, is not because of her pure number of followers, but through the analytic of engagement. This is defined by repeated followers and by the level and quality of comments.
In this manner "Maggie" is truely an "influencer." An experienced agent saw the value in the deeper analytics and sees who the followers are. The surprising demographic is that Maggie's appeal and biggest audience is not baby boomers but young people with 85% of the bell curve being ages 25-35.
Also note that presently there are some people trying to "weasel" in on Maggie's success.
My dog definitely knew he was good looking. Really knew how to charm all the women. LOL. He was a heartbreaker, widely known, and I would say famous.
Some people have an infinity with animals, and perhaps because of my animal instincts I am one of them.
I would not discount cats. I rescued a cat that was a black and white Persian. A married couple were going to have a baby, Blackie was old, and they were going to put her down. I was living out in Long Island at the time, but I drove to the Bronx to adopt this cat. I learned from word of mouth, and I actively was not looking for a pet, but I had a cat already I had adopted from a shelter.
Well Blackie was more like a dog than a cat. When I came home from work she would be waiting at the door like a dog. She would jump on my leg, and she repeatedly me-yowed in a manner that sounded like "Cal" my name. It was almost human like when she called my name.
Then I ended up with a third cat "Willie" who basically was a scared-D-cat even though he was a Maine Coon Cat and was about 30 pounds. This particular cat was stupid and not so smart, but because of his size people were actually scared of him. Every time I opened a cabinet or the fridge he came running.
Cleo was this little black cat that was skinny and aloof. She would beat the crap out of Willie who was too dumb to run away.
When I had a loft in Williamsburg I had this huge Chinese earthen urn that held about 50 gallons that I set up as a Koi pond. So I learned Koi are actually really smart, but they are "Pig Fish," and they will do almost anything for food. Because of my feeding them I had to do lots of water changes, and I pumped the water outside through a nearby window.
I ended up having to buy a German filter that pumped 350 gallons per hour, and I added a airstone to oxiginate the water, but surprisingly the 5 Koi I had grew into monsters.
I named one Ali, because he tended to hover near the surface. He was a loud solid orange and he was the type of Koi that had a pronounced scale pattern that resembled armour. Shaq the Koi I named because of his jumping. I trained Shaq to eat out of my hand and he became really big, about 7 pounds. Shaq knew that if he spashed or jumped he could get my attention, and this in turn often led to being fed.
So when I had friends over and they went over to check out my Koi, Shaq would gleefully charge the surface, and my guests would scream like as if it were a shark attack. Anyways these were crazy fish.
When I was married and had little kids I also had an aquarium that featured Brazilian Red Belly Pirana and Asian Snakeheads that are currently outlawed in the U.S. I got the fish and aquarium for free. I got the Pirana because the previous owner did not have the money to feed them, and I got the Snakeheads because the owner said they were destructive and destroying his room.
My three Pirana I named Sonny, Bruno, and Mortisha. I feed them live goldfish. The Snakeheads I added as an experiment, and I did not expect them to live too long. They kinda slithered along the top while the Pirana stayed deep. I kinda trained them with the small net I used to capture gold fish. When I showed them the net they let me know if they were hungry.
With the Snakeheads the goldfish never hit the water, and the Snakeheads would catch the falling fish before it hit the water. With the Pirana they were equally fast if not more deadly. Because I had little kids I always kept them well fed, but my dumb wife told me she almost got bitten by the Pirana. They are rather amazing looking with a metalic specle and very fast and agile swimmers.
Cal
