Here’s why you should avoid cliches
I was thinking of an analogy to convey the pain of cliched photos last night as I was trying to avoid creating them, and it took me to a good friend of mine and his passion for telling stories.
I’m usually first into the pub on an evening out with friends, and this particular friend has a habit of being second. We usually exchange pleasantries then he tells me a tale from the last week. He goes into anal detail, laughing at his own joked throughout, but it usually us pretty funny.
After about 5 minutes, he’ll come to the end, there’s usually a good punch line and I’m usually amused – have a good laugh and get a new pint.
Then in comes the next friend, we exchange pleasantries, then my first mate says, “Oh, I tell you what happened to me this week…..”, then breaks into the story I’ve just heard.
This time, he’s done his rehearsal on me, so he embellishes certain points and builds up to the bits where I laughed… now I know what’s coming I politely smile and give a light chuckle at right parts. The story drags on for longer than before and at the end I’ve heard it all before, and just smile… the 3rd mate is quite amused and laughs, much the same as I did in the first place.
Then another mate turns up, the 4 of us get a beer in, now mate 1 says “Oh, you’ll never guess what happened to me this week…..”, then launches into the SAME bloody story again, I’ve heard it twice, it wasn’t that funny in the first place but you smile, and politely laugh whilst narrowly avoiding shouting “SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!!” or shoving your pint glass in his face and twisting it vigourously.
By this point your last mate turns up and makes the group complete, then after a little while, mate 1 starts on the story again and by this stage you just pair off with another mate and talk about something completely different, ignoring what mate 1 is talking about.
This is pretty much how I see “cliche” photographs, initially you’re impressed, maybe a second or third time is tollerable, but they’re the same story over and over; maybe with a few embelishments here and there, but essentially, there’s nothing new to look at or stimulate you. After a while, you just stop listening to the story, or in the photographic world, you stop taking an interest in that kind of photograph.
Seeing another classic shot of Glen Coe has the same effect on me as hearing a one-semi-funny story for the 1000th time; I turn off and just ignore it.






























