My mother, who know what a or is (she asked me if was really a book of , which it kind of is now) acts more like a troubled teenager than a grown woman. Since I was a kid, I've seen the self-portraits photographed was incredibly sad or smashed. These were bummer pictures to see, of course, as her daughter, but I also admired how unabashed was them; they weren't hidden away in a somewhere. The one I most clearly, probably I own it (she sent it to me when I was away at ) is a photo she took just after she'd cut off all her long hair.
I also regularly took self-portraits when I was crying or really sad, when I was a teenager. I liked how these photos looked and the idea that I'd created a work of art of sorts by capturing myself in the act of crying; even as a young person, i was aware that the aesthetic rawness of art created by young people was of general interest, aesthetically, with the cool grownups I admired.
I know that a lot of my friends also liked to take of themselves. was something so about a photo that is taken from an unflattering angle but still manages to show striking or unusually lovely facets of our faces.
In college I got really into these self- every year, and whenever I decorated my new room, I always had a collection of photos of myself tacked to the wall near my pillow, with sad lyrics about loneliness written on them. e. I moved to a new
Some were photos taken of me by , and some were self-portraits. It was to have these self-pitying and poetic reminders to look at as I off the sleep; when I was alone, it felt sort of cozy to wallow . And on the nights I wasn't alone, it was nice to look at the photos and silently say to them "Not tonight, Robins."
Eventually I discovered the witty and sad prose of Dorothy , and as an art project, I went through all my old albums and put together all the self-portraits I had of me, mom and in a notebook with appropriate Dorothy Parker quotes as a narrative for each picture. It is the kind of art project that's sort of like " " unless you're young enough to think everything you do is genius, but I still think it's a neat book to look through.
As we all know, "" are the trend , and, especially lately, a daily journalistic topic. There is a psychological that's been reported on lately, about how are bad for a woman's self-esteem, and also that they have led to a trend in younger and younger women getting plastic surgery.
Even though if know that the act of holding a camera away from your face as far as your arms can stretch and taking a picture of yourself is not some revolutionary idea, it never ceases to disappoint me how popular the is right now, and I hope the next big Facebook trend becomes something I feel no slight bit of ownership over, like dick pics or close-up photos of tire treads.
|4 of my lonely, lovely robins that kept me company at night|