Totally grown up and still not able to deal with my own essentially unphotogenic nature. So, now I’m approaching the problem by making self-portraits. TFT. I thought I could play with the processing and obscure or soften this nature, but so far it seems to just spiral down further. For awhile I tried being super-clean shaven. It helped slightly with the aging that premature gray adds (yessss, it is premature), but not so much with the camera. So then I tried facial hair with quotes. That’s a big FAIL too. Gonna change that in the morning. In any case, I’m now reminded of the time my avant-rock/performance group played a house party and we had a really bad night, sounded terrible. After we finished and were breaking down, a woman I knew said to me as she walked by, “You shouldn’t have the green light on you.” Why does the super-ego pile on like that?
My photographer friend, Joe, who himself pulled a Houdini on a substantial flickr presence, IM’d a link to me today. It is to Tim Connor’s blog post about a New York Times article about flickr and the rise of a flickr style of photography. I found it very interesting and cause for reflection about what I think I am doing with with the creative impulse, photography, and flickr. I don’t have any answers to that rumination just yet. But I did notice that telephony is not yet one of the technologies by which this came to you. So far, it’s newspaper, blog, IM, blog. If only I could have twittered in to your wireless refrigerator or toaster oven. Or something.
In any case, let me know how you think my stuff like the shot above fits in to the “style” described, or not.
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