The first thing I learned is something I already knew, and is probably a major stereotype about "The Greek" is how cocky, and ethnocentrism they, myself included, are. I mean lets face it, Greeks are the best; we invented everything, all words come from a form of the Greek word, our food is amazing, and they are all gorgeous (except the occasional big nose that pops in and out of families cough cough my dad!).
As many of you now know, I am a Greek girl living in the US. My culture is something that has molded me throughout my life and formed me into the person I am today. I am fascinated by the language, food, clothing, and overall atmosphere that surrounds people in their Greek culture. This is why I decided to go to Instagram to see what other people around my age have to say about being Greek, or Greek Culture. The first thing I learned is something I already knew, and is probably a major stereotype about "The Greek" is how cocky, and ethnocentrism they, myself included, are. I mean lets face it, Greeks are the best; we invented everything, all words come from a form of the Greek word, our food is amazing, and they are all gorgeous (except the occasional big nose that pops in and out of families cough cough my dad!). Another major thing that I noticed is how much us Greek people love our food! There are so many hash-tags for different types of foods both in English and in Greek! You could search for days looking at all the desserts, entrees, and specialties. Just thinking about it now is making me hungry! There are also a lot of Greek food accounts that are dedicated to displaying different types of Greek food found from different Islands and throughout Greece. Here are just a few pictures I found under different hash-tags.
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That face. His mouth. His eyebrows. The wrinkles in his forehead. You can see the pain in his face so much that it makes your skin crawl. There is so much emotion pack into one small face that this photo becomes hard to look at. When I first saw this photo in Photography, The Whole Story, on page 376 I was frozen. My eyes eminently went to the little boy in the front on the left side of the photo. His face moved me. This is what I believe to be the studium in this photo. I as an emotional, mothering woman say his face and froze. You can see is pain and fear and that is what grabbed my instantly. I wanted to go to Vietnam, where this photo was taken, and grab him and hold him.
After seeing the pain in the boys face I jumped to the other children's faces and looked on in horror wondering what was happening that they were running from. After reading a few lines I learned that the children were fleeing from a napalm bomb that had just been dropped. This is something that in unrecognizable to me. To have so much fear and to be running to save your life is something I have never come close to experiencing. Their faces, they are so hard to look at yet completely captured me. Next I moved on to the soldiers and this is where I found my punctum. None of the soldiers faces are visible. Why? The children are running and screaming and their faces came out clear as day, yet the soldiers who look like they are calmly walking behind the children have no faces. This bothered me. The soldiers seem to be very important in this photo like they are protecting the children and telling them where to go. To me whether the blurred faces were on purpose or accidentally it signifies so much more. Military come together as a unit, as a team. The blurred faces symbolizes how the soldiers are not individuals but a force coming together and protecting these children as one. This is only based on my on conclusions of this photo and how I forced myself to come to a conclusion for the men having blurred faces. It had just struck me so odd, that I could not get over it. This is why I believe this blurred faces to be the punctum in this photo. Work Cited Hacking, Juliet. Photography: The Whole Story. Munich: Prestel, 2012. Print. |