Study of a consumed photography

A group of people turn their back on us, displaying a strange body attitude. What do they do? The possibility to take up, to capture and record every moment has caused that a large segment of population use photography as an end in itself rather than a means to convey experiences, emotions or feelings, limited to live them trough a small screen. It's not a coincidence that a society like ours based on an hyperfast consumption (and completely thoughtless, due to an excessive comfort, to an diminished thinking) embraces a technology like the digital one. Favoring a whole world of pseudoexperiences "lived" through all kind of screens, computer screens, mobile ones, maybe a camera or a video one (or all in one), which seem to protect us while they make us feel as if we were invisibles, incorporeal, as if we were living in third person. In fact, those same screens end up to produce a saturated society that is forgetting to look into the eyes, to hear the words, to feel, to experience... In short, is forgetting to live. Many times we strive to capture images because we want to preserve our memories forever, relying on our devices to do so and to keep them "as they were". Paradoxically, what we are seeing is a memory that is not such (as it is only a portion within a whole) and that was not even lived as an experience (becuase we were so busy doing that video or those pictures). In the end, neither you have memories nor the memories you have are really yours, they only are the photos you've done that fill your memory and prevent you to remember anything else. As we must rely more on our memory, our vision, our senses, we must lose this digital society instilled fear to the direct experiences, even to life itself. Only then, we can understand photography from another point of view. In this documentary series these group of backs, frozen in the moment when they are absents, as they hold their breath towards the vision trough a camera, represent a denunciation and an impossibility in themselves. Seams out. In them, the beginning of Change.