Departing from a personal observation of Instagram, its functions and usages, and my own lack of natural reflexes to ‘snap’ moments in my life, ‘I Was Too Slow to Capture the Moment’ was a nostalgic and wistful investigation on the contemporary act of taking photographs.
The narration begins with an analog camera and a trip to Switzerland, and slowly drifts towards the desire of becoming virtually eternal—my dad’s pictures of everyday life in the 90s, Carl Jung’s theory of the ‘collective unconscious’, tales of alien abductions, eidetic memory as a goal, video games maps as puzzles, ...