In between the superlatives, the HDR scape, the ‘grams and the SQUAD puffery flows a reality inescapable by the cantankerous, the degenerate: the bah humbugs. Often, we don’t even really have fun. We pause, tired, miles above the world and assailed by the sudden gravity of our own un-impressiveness. It’s a momentary catching of oneself, swept in on the wind and released just as freely – but with a certain aftertaste. Are you a dickhead too? This might just be for you.