“Sometimes it seem (sic) that tourist travel is a strategy for the accumulation of photographs and hence for the commodification and privatisation of personal and family memories.”
What if we read commodification as concretisation, attempted concretisation? As the desire to make a solid reminder of the gifts that life has bestowed upon us? As the child presents its little shits to the parent?
Or as canonisation? As making a part of the canonical value system to which we have, in full reflexive humanity, chosen?
And what if we read it, merely, as celebration?
And of privatisation? Of making part of my private system of signs and myths and meaning? Kodak allow me to do this, they do not force me to do so?
Capitalism and Photography are not monsters unless we are Victor Frankenstein.