We first struggled with a mysterious black contraption. Buttons, knobs, and rings plagued us with their abstractness yet intrigued us with their potential. We experimented. We practiced. And eventually, we grasped enough of the basics to take decent photographs.
Then came a point when those buttons, knobs, and rings became intuitive. It became an extension of our own body. We wielded it blindly. We taught others. It was no longer a creative limitation.
Though we could manipulate this black box, we lacked style. We could create enough beautiful images to keep our passion alive, but half the time, our pictures were by accident or we were just at the right place at the right time.
We were determined to get to the next level. We looked outwards. We looked towards the old masters. The Ansel’s and the Annie’s. The Henri’s and the Terry’s. We took what we liked, and transformed them into our own. And we would be praised for what others came up with.
Yes, our photos were being published. Yes, the paid gigs were being lined up. We were being recognized. But our absolute narcissism continued to fight with our crippling self-doubt. Deep down, we still felt like frauds.
We struggled on. We pushed beyond our boundaries trying to make something new and something never done before. There would be glimpses of inspiration followed by rivers of drought. But every so often we made stunning images. Brilliant images that, just a few years ago, seemed like an impossibility.
One day, we became comfortable with our images. We’ve created enough stunners that we become confident in our abilities. Maybe it’s the imaginary internet points. Or maybe it’s just we became lazy.
Others’ images begin to bore you. You understand their thought processes. You can see through their technical prowess. You know exactly what was done and how to do it. Now, you can see under the magician’s cloak.
Those flames of passion begin to flicker. Not because you’ve achieved so much, but maybe you’ve achieved enough? You convince yourself that you’ve reached a certain place in photography. Any higher would just be diminishing returns, right?
Then a new image surprises you. An image unlike any you’ve seen before. How do they grade their colors like that? How do they capture those micro-expressions? It’s so simple yet it’s not.
We all have our own inspirations. Movies, music, and, of course, photographs. But infrequently, it is a combination of those things. That’s why, when I stumbled across the haunting images from Majestic Casual, it rocked me to my artistic core.
Majestic Casual, as far as I can tell, is an internet radio station. It has a YouTube page full of unorthodox yet brilliant remixes of familiar favorites. As far as I can tell, they don’t even have their own web page. But unsurprisingly, they have over 677k Facebook followers.
Majestic Casual sources their images from photographers worldwide. Each of these shots are a “cover art” to one of their remixes. All of them are posted on their tumblr page. I highly recommend having a look.
While all of these images are from different photographers, there is a cohesive theme. They’re a slice from a story, a still from a movie, and a beautiful moment in life.
Thank you Majestic Casual.