The Cell phone and me, me and the cell phone… Where do I begin?
Firstly, do we call it a smartphone? Is “cell phone” le passé composé? (pardon my French) (I always wanted to say “pardon my French” while attempting to say something in French) (of course someone will probably come along and correct my use of French… Boojum perhaps).
Anyway, I don’t use my smartphone to take pictures. Never have, never will. I’m a smart phone dummy. Basically my phone (from now on I will refer to any form of mobile phone, be it smart, cellular, or whatever, as “phone”) is more of an emergency communications device for me… that and a portable mini computer for checking the news and other stuff on long train rides because I’m bored and I finished reading my newspaper.
On the other hand, my wife is very phone savvy. We travel for pleasure frequently and my wife is the travel agent that deals with everything using her phone while I just follow her around like a dimwitted puppy dog (sorry Dogman, no offense meant to the dog breed, or dog lovers).
So, so, so… the phone as a camera, it brings me no joy. But then I was one of those guys that fought digital photography tooth and nail; I swore I’d give up photography rather than switch to digital… long live film. Give me film or give me (my film cameras, not me) death. Now I’m 100% digital and loving it; what’s up with that?
The bottom line is that there is no bottom line. Do what you want, it doesn't matter, it’s not that important.
The endless beating of the film Vs. digital horse will have to move over and make room for the camera Vs. phone Vs Ai horse beatings!
The beatings won’t stop until… you don’t give a shit anymore.
All the best,
Mike