It is as if every last image is designed to call to mind Norman Mailer’s book title, “Advertisements for Myself.”
Envy, of course, doesn’t operate in a social vacuum. It needs an object of desire. And everyone, it seems, has that friend on Instagram: the one with the perfect clothes and the perfect hair and seemingly perfect life — which seem all the more perfect when rendered in the rich teals and vivid ambers of Instagram’s filters.
Paulo Coehlo said it best: ”Social media is edited real life.”