So the six people who weren’t following this blog when it was Freshly Pressed know that I’ve taken a few self-portraits over the years. I like exploring my own face. Does that sound weird? I suppose faces are strange, aren’t they? I mean, we see ourselves daily, yet photography allows us to see ourselves through an entirely different “lens” than our own eyes.
The funny thing is, I hate other people’s photos of me. I always think I look fat and slightly mentally challenged, no matter how cute they say the photo is. But I like my own photos of me, even when they are supremely unflattering (like the first one, which was literally taken less than a minute after the second one). What does that mean? That I see myself differently than others see me? I’m not sure. I do know my mother insisted in every photo I ever took of her that she looked like a gnome. So perhaps this is a hereditary problem.
Anyway, here are a few of my favorite pictures of me! Taken by me!