Appropriately, my lunch at the Angel’s Trumpet Ale House before seeing $ellebrity (the acclaimed indie movie about the celebrity photo industry) was invaded by participants in the No Pants Light Rail Ride.
This latter event is what it says on the tin: participants ride light rail while not wearing pants. Since highs today barely scraped 50, many of them were wearing parkas, mittens, scarves, and Viking helmets… but no pants. They merrily took photos of one another to distribute via Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. But most — or at least those who were still sober when I got done with the movie — would probably have been freaked out if I’d started snapping shots on my iPhone to post on my Facebook, blog, or Twitter. Pantsless candid images under their control were fun and funky. Pantsless candid images without their consent quickly shift over the line to creepy.
The rise of microcelebrity is one factor that director Ken Mazur omits from his exploration of the relationship between celebrities and paparazzi, but I think it has something to do with how we got from the days of the glamorous photo op to today’s norm that there are no boundaries, and that it’s somehow selfish and inappropriate for celebrities to resist living every moment in the spotlight.