Point, Shoot, Slay!

Hot take: holding a digicam in 2025 is basically wearing a neon sign that says, “I know vibes when I see them.” And no, I’m not talking about megapixels, HDR, or whatever AI sharpening filter is trending. I’m talking taste. The thing is, the 2000s never actually died. Y2K didn’t fade. It just went into hibernation until Gen Z opened the closet, found a pink Motorola Razr, and said, “Yeah… this still eats.” From low-rise jeans to wired earbuds, everything from the 2000s is cycling back, and the digicam is our shiny, pocket-sized time machine. Owning one isn’t just retro. It’s an all-access pass to permanent coolness.

Anyone can whip out an iPhone, tap Portrait Mode, and spam their camera roll with 80 near-identical selfies. But that’s too easy. A digicam? That’s intentional chaos. You pick your moment, press the button, and pray the shot slaps. You’re not getting instant, Instagram-ready perfection. You’re getting crunchy, overexposed flashes of reality — and that’s what makes it art. And let’s be honest: the ritual is the point. The clunky sound when you turn it on. The grainy little preview screen. The suspense of waiting until you upload to your iphone or laptop to see if you blinked. It’s the anti-social-media mindset in a world drowning in FaceApp-smooth perfection. You’re not chasing likes in real-time. You’re building a memory bank for yourself first, the feed second.

Everyone is constantly online… Do not blame Gen Zs. Doomscrolling, posting, deleting, reposting, overthinking captions like our lives depend on it. But when you’ve got a digicam, you get a free pass to slow down. You stop living for the algorithm and start living for the actual moment. Suddenly, you’re not worried if the lighting is TikTok-approved. You’re catching messy laughter, blurry dance floors, and badly lit late-night pizza runs — stuff that’s too real for a curated feed but too good to lose.

Digicams are a rebellion against social media’s obsession with perfection. They’re proof that Y2K’s heart is still beating in every grainy pixel. And honestly? The 2000s were never dead. They just waited for us to be cool enough to appreciate them again. Real taste never goes out of style.