Self portrait. Lower East Side, New York City
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (or so it seems) I had a LiveJournal. It was my first foray into the world of writing online. In addition to writing, it was also an outlet for some of my earliest experimentation with photography, namely self-portraiture. I would post my self-portraits, sometimes with writing and sometimes not. It was pre-Myspace (yes, that world existed) and it was an interesting era. Somewhere along the way, through many years and through a multitude of life changes, I stopped taking so many self-portraits for a variety of reasons.
Google Plus has an ongoing project called Selfy-Sunday which takes place every two weeks. Photographers and non-photographers are encouraged to post a self-portrait and it is shared in a global album. I have found it immensely intriguing to follow this project. Earlier this week, I read an interesting post by someone who I have circled there discussing how self-portraiture is a way of expressing who you are and not what you are. That thought resonated with me.
Now that I have years to ruminate about the complexities of self-portraiture, I realize it’s far more complicated than just merely taking a photo of oneself. It’s a way of constructing one’s self-mythology. In some ways, it’s a window into the deepest parts of the self in that it’s not completely candid. It is a reflection of one’s own perception of oneself.
While my submission is too late for this week’s Selfy-Sunday (apparently I missed the cut-off ), I am still posting a self-portrait taken earlier today of myself looking out of one of my windows in my apartment. It feels good to go back to some of my earliest online ‘roots’ in this way :).
View this photo larger and on black on my Google Plus page
Beautiful, the writing, the pic, always.