(11 July 2005, 05:42:52) Sometimes I wonder whether some of the first photos I took of myself are really ‘bad’ at all. I think about all the photos I’ve taken of my face, and all the angles of my face I have examined. I think about all of the photos I wouldn’t delete, despite hating them, because deleting a jpeg felt like deleting a part of my soul.
I had nobody to photograph but myself because they hate having their photos taken by me. They say the photos I take of them are unflattering. I wonder if the photos I take of myself are unflattering.
