Those who are not photogenic will empathise with me. We lack the bullet-proof armor that would shield us from the rounds fired from the NIKON D-SLR at the nightclub or the camera phones of snap-crazy people.
Candid photos? Instant death.
I could never comprehend why there was a such a stark disparity between what is plain on the photographs and perceptions of myself through my own eyes. The same thought arises without fail each time I observe a picture of myself: "I distinctly don't remember being this ugly."
Yet why would the camera lie? It does not conspire to make certain people look like shit. It does not cunningly whisper to itself: "Oh look, here's that wanker guy again. Time to spread some turd on the lens to cover his face." It records what is there. So is that really me?
I hope not.
Note: I know, I know. I'm procrastinating. I'm half done with the play. It is now mid semester break, so I'll have some time to complete it.
AAHHH, DON'T STEAL MY SOUL!
ReplyDeletehaha agreed
ReplyDeletei remember in high school standing in the myer changerooms which have like 43289732895789 mirrors showing your every angle. i remember thinking, wtf i don't look like that from that angle...DO I!?!??! T___T"
hahaha
stand infront of a mirror and figure out your camera face :D
HAHAAAAAAAA...
ReplyDeletethis is because of pris pointing a camera at you for 2 days ? LOLOLOLOLO :P
Btw sunny, have you watched this?
ReplyDeletehttp://www.imdb.com/title/tt0815236/
ehhh! false accusation vicki! consume!
ReplyDeleteRoland Barthes here, I like your blog! Here's a quote from me!
ReplyDelete"In my imagination, the photograph represents the very subtle moment where I am neither subject nor object, but rather a subject which feels himself becoming an object: I live a micro-experience of death (of the parentheses): I become truly phantom."
If only I was alive to see the Internet!