Posts Tagged ‘photography’

My Selfies, My Selves

Sometimes in my head I say, “There are two kinds of people: there are people who take selfies, and people who don’t.” I try this statement on, but deep down I don’t think it’s true. Or maybe I do, kind of. This lame dichotomy does expose, though, some innate judgment or rancor against the practice of taking selfies. (Selfie-ing?) To take a selfie, on some level, is to be fascinated by the self. Too fascinated with the self, though, and you’re a narcissist, shallow, annoying. Yes? No?

Of course, back in the day, they were just self-portraits. But when did self-taken photos of yourself go from being self-portraits to selfies? Probably since social media became the way we socialize online. Self-portraits are serious, artistic — what Van Gogh and Rembrandt did. Selfies are what the Kardashians do, the McPortrait. And while everyone takes them, people rank on them as well.

As I do — I don’t think I’m alone in being irritated when someone’s sole Instagram or Facebook activity is taking pictures of themselves. (The only person who should do this is Rihanna, but that’s because Rihanna clearly lives in her own simulacrum wonderland, right? Rihannaland?) It gets irritating because the same duckfaced pic shows up in your Instagram, and then on Facebook, and then it kind of just saturates your day’s worth of Internetting. And you’re like, “Stop the duckface! Stop the pigeon toes! Just stop and bring me my pictures of cute kittens!”

(And honestly, I actually like seeing people in their photos, but too much of it is…just too much. I suspect that’s why I don’t follow a lot of semi-pro and pro fashion people on Instagram or Facebook, because so many of these feeds are just pics of themselves and it’s…just too much.)

Of course I’m guilty of an occasional selfie. I’m definitely not guilty of too many of them — I’m not photogenic and I wear the same things over and over. (Though my things are FABULOUS, ha!) But taking a selfie is a torturous process for me. So many poses, so many snaps, though it’s much since phones have cameras. (Though, come on iPhone, where the hell is the self-timer option?) And now we have retouching studios at our fingertips: filters, photo apps, etc. I note with a degree of amusement that while my preferred Instagram filter is the plangent, romantic Amaro, my skin looks best with Walden or Valencia. (Someone should start a foundation line named after Instagram filters.)

In some ways, the selfie is kind of the natural endgame of existing in such a media-saturated age. Certainly this is something women can understand: our bodies are objectified from an early age — a lot earlier than many of us are prepared for — and we grew up with a kind of double consciousness. One consciousness within ourselves: our feelings, ideas, inner life. But also an outer one, always looking out for how we look through others’ eyes.

(It’s like that weird goggles-machine you sit in when you get your eyes checked at the opthalmologist, and they ask, “This lens? Or this lens?” and switch between prescriptions. We have a lens directed towards our inner life, and one directed towards how we appear to the outside world.)

Our notions of beauty and our grooming rituals, too, are often calibrated with the photographic eye in mind — I’m thinking of all those foundations sold specifically for high-def camera lenses, for instance, which can pick up even the smallest bit of powder. I suspect one day we’ll buy foundations and powders not just by shade and formula, but by resolution as well.

(Sometimes I look at designs and wonder if they were created with the two-dimensional image in mind — I suspect that’s why prints and weird, challenging silhouettes have been so popular in fashion for some time now, because they photograph well. The idea of a garment that moves beauty and takes advantage of the subtleties of movement, actual light and drape seems rarer and rarer as our eyes and tastes become digitized.)

If we live in a world full of mediated images shimmering in front of us, isn’t it natural for us to want to jump into the beautiful mirage and become part of that? Especially if it’s set up as this idyll of sexybeautifulgorgeous fabulousness?

I remember reading somewhere a long time ago about someone — I honestly don’t remember who — who was obsessed with going out in NYC and becoming a kind of nightlife celebrity. (This was way before sites like Cobrasnake on the Internet. This was like Paper magazine-era domination, where gossip columns ruled the roost.) I remember them talking about how they wanted to “get to the other side of the equation,” and that metaphor has long lingered in my mind about a lot of beautiful chimeras like fashion. We just want to jump on the other side of the equation — rarely do we question the equation itself. We want to be part of wonderland. And maybe with selfies and social media, we can be. (more…)

Like Ghosts, Underwater

Sometimes you see images and they feel like your dreams. There is an instant psychic recognition, like subterranean harmonies coming to surface in your waking life. Something of your nighttime landscape echoes in the daylit world, and the convergence feels like discovering continents within yourself and out in the world. It feels honestly like magic.

That’s how I felt the moment I laid eyes on Erin Mulvehill’s photographs. Sadly, I don’t remember where I stumbled across them or how — too many travels on the Internet will blur the routes behind you. But I immediately fell in love with her “Underwater” series, and then with the rest of her vision. Her images are beautiful, spectral, dreamlike, with a lovely calm and melancholy — I wanted to share more with you than just a tweet and a link to her work. She says she is influenced by Buddhism and time — maybe that’s what resonates with me, raised Buddhist and being something of a time philosopher myself. Anyway: please see much more of her work at her gorgeous site. Her pictures will make you feel oceans inside you.

Bring Me to Wonderland With These Beautiful Photographs

Lately I’ve been thinking about the history of my eye. Not my physical eyeball, which would be a sad tale of a progressive descent into blindness. And not a Georges Batailles-like surreal exploration of sexuality, either, a la The Story of An Eye! (Eek!) No, more about what I find visually appealing, and where my tastes and sensibilities are rooted in.

Far as I can tell, there’s a few strands I find particularly appealing: a very 90s, grunge-influenced aesthetic that prized a kind of riveting authenticity above prettiness; rhapsodic, almost abstract nature images, a la Terrence Malick; French New Wave and 1930s Hollywood films; and finally, a kind of whimsical, fantastical tableaux, where images are dreamy, influenced by fashion and fantasy, but with a twist of darkness, melancholy, or general teen angst moodiness. Maybe like if Sofia Coppola directed “Twilight.” (Not as outlandish as you’d think — she was in consideration for the directing job for the sequels.)

Considering this last strain, I recently came across these photographs by D.C.-based photographer Cade Martin (via Maria Popova’s Brainpickings site) and kind of went into mad-crush mode on them. Part of a series of images featuring dancers of the Washington Ballet, they’re in the whimsy-fantasy mode that I like so much, and remind me a bit of Tim Walker’s photography (which, if you know me from nogoodforme.com, you know I love.)

I love the fairytale-like feel in this work, but I also love its stripped-down elegance — so many fantasy images can feel so stuffy and overstyled, but these are decidedly not, picking up their airy, slightly uncanny feel from how they’re lit and framed. (I like it when a work has air to breathe, you know?)


When Fashion Editorials Become Fairy Tales

I’ve been a Yelena Yumchuk fan for awhile. Her photography is dreamy, a little surreal — perfect for visual inspiration, especially if you’re of the magical-realism/supernatural school. I don’t know what’s more lovely in this Vogue Italia photos: the gorgeous natural settings, Kirsten Dunst’s luminous light and coloring or some of these frocks. I want to experience and make stories that feel like these images. Gorgeous and beautiful eye candy!