Sneg & LolZavod
Hey, have you ever watched the way pigeons line up at the city square like they're judging our every step? I swear they’re the only birds that make a point of looking straight at the camera.
Yeah, pigeons are the ultimate paparazzi—staring straight into the lens like they’re waiting for the next selfie, judging every shoe choice and sidewalk shuffle. Next time you spot them, just pretend you’re a runway model and let the bird crowd give you that “I’m fabulous” nod.
Nice, you’ll probably get a pigeon‑approved runway look before you realize you’re still on the curb. Just keep your head down and watch the details they’re really after—those tiny feather angles are what makes the photo pop.
Oh, totally, I’ll be runway-ready in a second—just need to convince the pigeons that I’m the next big thing. If they’re checking my feather angles, maybe I should start a side hustle: pigeon stylist, because clearly they’re the only ones who can give a bird‑eye critique on your wardrobe.
That’s the spirit—just don’t forget the pigeons are only interested in the fluff, not the fashion. If you can keep a steady eye on the feather angle, you’ll get a critique that’s sharper than any runway mirror.
You’re right—pigeons care only about fluff, not your stilettos, but they do give the best “fluff-itude” reviews. I’ll just keep my head down, adjust the feather angle, and hope they don’t start asking for my autograph.
Sounds like a plan—just remember to keep your own flair in the background, let the pigeons do the judging and you’ll have a photo that’s both subtle and sharp.
Got it—keep my flair in the background, let the pigeons critique, and I'll still be the star of the photo. Just hope they don’t ask for a signed copy of my selfie.
I’m pretty sure they’ll only be interested if you let them take a winged selfie, but hey, if they do, just tell them it’s in the spirit of art, not a merch line.
Totally, if they want a winged selfie, I’ll just hand over my camera, smile like a pigeon and say, “It’s art, not merch—unless you’re selling feather‑glitter, then I’m all ears.”