documenting me


It’s a shame most photo sessions begin with what is essentially a meeting of strangers. Doors open to reveal unfamiliar faces. Perfunctory dialogue about the weather or traffic fills the apprehensive space. We comment on outfits, and “backgrounds”. We ask about due dates and commute times. Then, as we progress beyond niceties, a few lovely unguarded moments bloom through the soil of polite conversation. Those are the moments we wait for. Gifts.
Some people are easily relaxed, while others remain nervous and uneasy. Me? I’m in the latter group. After fifteen years of shooting, I’m completely at home behind the camera. Like most photographers, I don’t think of it as a mechanism as much as I do an extension of my hand, my eyes, my self. But I’m filled with fear as soon as its aim is set toward me. Fear for what I might see. Fear for who might be staring back? Do I like her? Can I accept her? Will that girl trapped in the back of the viewfinder make me want to run away? To hide? Am I really enough just as I am? Carrying twenty extra pounds, with a space between my teeth, wrinkles and a five year old pregnancy mask...
Am I worth documenting?
Because if someone were to ask me this question, my answer would wholeheartedly and unequivocally be YES! I’ve devoted my life to it. And it’s this notion that’s at the forefront of my mind during every shoot. Behind the niceties, I’m thinking, “Don’t worry, I will take care of you. Your face, your body, your intimate moments and your vulnerabilities are safe with me.” And so the question becomes, is my face, my body, and are my vulnerabilities safe with me?
These thoughts came as a result of being mesmerized by Stephanie’s phone-tography, and Rachel’s self portrait project. They both inspired me to create my own, despite the voices about how indulgent it felt, or about how I don't need another project. Sometimes blogging can become about other opinions. So I've made an effort to post images which are truly significant to me, regardless of their photographic value. Because photos are blogged straight from my phone, it of course means no editing, no fixing, no hiding. It's been a daily exercise in accepting what is, and making peace with imperfection. I've only been doing it for a short time, but have already found it to be therapeutic.
What about you? Do you enjoy photographing yourself, or is it difficult? We'd love to hear your thoughts, and see your images.
Reader Comments (35)
This is me this week.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariannelomonaco/4860388332/
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/teaandbrie/4857873612/
http://swallowinglight.blogspot.com/
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http://www.nekphotography.blogspot.com
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kellysoji/4829149946
But when I am doing the self portraits...I know what is my best angle, best lighting, best setting...and i'm at least a LITTLE bit okay with how the photo turns out not all the time but sometimes.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldb/4853019283/
I have a whole self-portrait set on Flickr. If you can not appreciate you and celebrate yourself, how can you celebrate anyone else?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldb/sets/72057594120121854/
I also studied art history and spent the last year taking self-portraits of face and body with my iphone (an instructment of self-discovery, I call it). I organized the photos into one of those books they offer through Apple and had two sent to me. Fearless and 42, I titled it. It's a strange and fabulous experience to see yourself through the lens - how others see you, but you rarely see yourself. Everyone should do what you've suggested. Love your photos.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14261878@N08/4661632745/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14261878@N08/4531056665/
Mostly because when I look at the taken photographs, I look nothing like how I think I look, and it's mortifying. Are my thighs really that big? Is my hair really that frizzy? Why didn't anyone tell me my mascara had taken up residence under my eyes, migrating south from my lashes?
I try to tell myself that it's all okay, that I'm okay. The mascara went south because I had just laughed so hard my belly hurt and tears ran from my eyes. That's a good memory, no? But all I can think about is that I look like an idiot, frozen in time, forever.
I'd much rather stay in my self-deluded cocoon, where I'm relatively happy with what I think I look like and there isn't physical proof to the contrary. (I do pose for photographs with my daughter, but it's a sacrifice for me and only because I want her to remember what I looked like. The ratio of daddy/daughter photographs to mommy/daughter photographs is heavily skewed towards the former, though.)
Perhaps if I force myself to take self-portraits on a regular basis, I will become more accustomed to it and won't be so self-critical. Food for thought. Even though the mere thought makes my palms sweat with anxiety.
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/cottagegardenstudios/4341228183/in/photostream/
OTOH, as I get older (57 on my last birthday), I'm less and less reticent about allowing others to see photos of me, though I still favor the ones that I've taken. Two reasons:
1. This is who I am now. If I don't document myself, who will? Some half-fledged yahoo with a point-and-shoot? I don't think so! If my life is going to be documented--and I believe it should be--I'm going to be in charge of it.
2. That whole those-who-mind-don't-matter-and-those-who-matter-don't-mind thing. If people don't like how I look, what do I care? The people who love me just want to see my face BECAUSE they love me--which is the same way I feel about them. They don't care about the hips that look larger than life or the complexion that is singularly not peaches-and-cream. It's interesting that my sister-in-law and I came to this conclusion about the same time in our lives.
To repurpose an old song, "Let your freak flag fly!" That is, love yourself for who you are right now. And, in our case, let your camera show it.
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~WW
http://www.kateyeview.com
Thanks for reminding us that we are worthy of the documentation, like all of those we love around us.
I opted to do a series of self portraits to create my video. This was not an easy thing to do either. Once I got comfortable with my self portraits, I found it challenging to come up with creative ideas. Although I did not win one of the three scholarships, this exercise got me to come out of my shell and discover new strengths inside me. I also gained many new friendships with other photographers who entered. We are still supporting one another today.
You can view my submission here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hXWM5Gc6y0
Celebrate Life and Capture It!
Patty
my two favourite SP flickr groups:
http://www.flickr.com/groups/selfportraitchallenge/
http://www.flickr.com/groups/1413701@N20/
http://apictureintime.wordpress.com/2010/08/05/self-portrait/
I did quite a few self-portraits during my 365 journey and it helped me to develop a healty opinion of my body and my
personality. I am lovely they way I am. The places where my body, the shape that reflects my soul, is beautiful blessed with imperfection is what makes my body exactly shaped for me.
It is created for me and I am learning to love it.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/suki_fotografiert/sets/72157623197110452/
My favorites, though, are photos where I capture my image without making my image the focus of the photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephaniecourt/4864721984/
i used to like having my picture taken... well, only for a short window... from about age 25 to about age 35. before that, i was very insecure about my looks and how i turned out in photos, and after that too.
but maybe it is a good thing i have a less than ideal view of myself in photos... that way, my self-portraits will not be for the wrong reasons. here are my most recent selfies... taken different days, but in the same unromantic, unglamorous location... behind my house. just the raw me... whether i like it or not:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/28567264@N05/4829673666/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/28567264@N05/4631175100
i took these for the same reason... to document myself along the way -- in this second half of my fourth decade where i am finding i struggle with how i see my outward physical self, while i do some self-searching inwardly.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammymom/4865133492/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/46922592@N00/4847424976/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/amandaleee/2972128621/
hi beautiful you! :))
i have a love hate with SP's. i love what i see at the same time i feel myself pulling it apart. i try to just sit with the shots awhile then let them go. breathing them in and out for what they are a moment of me captured. every line telling a story, my story, and you just canlt go on hating that.... xo!