…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
I am not aware of too many photography jokes, but I recall the classic one of a lens cover. It even featured, I believe, in one of the Crocodile Dundee movies, and given the creative impotency of the Hollywood film factories, it will undoubtedly appear again.
Primitive people, primitive in the eye of the beholder, supposedly believe that photographing people take their soul away. One would not be surprised if that was one of the many fabrications and fantasies by archetypal anthropologist Margaret Mead, embraced and embellished by the desk and computer bound academics. It is certain however, that many cultures had, and some still have, the prohibition against “graven” and other images. The Taliban boys, those diligent students of peaceful Islam, spring to mind.
The enlightened West seemingly never had such scruples; perhaps we never had any soul to lose though Goethe’s Faust worries “Two souls, alas! within my bossom throne;”. But that was a long time ago. A few people, mostly theologians, wrote about that. Today they sound quaint. Even the current socialist Pope ignores the basic tenets of the religion he is supposed to lead.
No wonder then that our “culture” is the plague of “selfies” and that the whores (of all sexes) of the Cathedral are flaunting their vacuousness and amorality at the Oscar and Cannes circuses of silver screen emptiness. The uneducated masses emulate the even less educated, and the speed of the down spiral increases.