Photography Contests

As most of you assholes probably already know, the almighty POYi competition started this week and World Press is in the works.

Photojournalists around the world have spent hours sifting through the dump folders in each of their five hard drives, all in the hopes of finding the perfect image to submit to esteemed photography contests.

Something about contests put photojournalists into fucking hyper drive. Even the most conservative toner will throw their typical curves layer out the window in the name of adding one line to their resume.

You have a nice picture right there. But it’s not good enough. It’s not contest worthy. Desaturate it. Pull out the black. Overexpose your whites. Don’t forget the noise. Throw on a fucking vignette, and you’ve got a winner. Any self-respecting photographer will bitch about contest-toning, but you know what? We all fucking do it, every last one of us.

Besides, the fate of your future as a photojournalist lies in the hands of a few hand-picked judges, anyway. If four people don’t like your work after seeing it flash on a screen for two seconds, than you’re doomed. You might as well give up now.

Photography is about passion? What does that mean? Give me a gold, bitches.