So while I stand by feeling helpless as the American Middle Class circles the drain, I'm going to fiddle. With my camera.
1. Self portrait. Of course.
I went through a few variations on this. As much as it sickens me to say so, I am my favorite subject because 1) I'm a vain, vain woman and I don't trust anyone else to edit out the fat, wrinkles, and extra chinnery; and 2) I don't have to ask anyone's permission to portray me however I see fit. Those two items are not mutually exclusive.
And of course I couldn't decide which one to use.
|Yes, I'm really doing this. What? You've posted your cleavage, you can't seriously expect us to believe the shy act now.|
|I could use a haircut.|
|Point, close eyes, shoot. Man, do I have my father's nose.|
|Feeling ridiculous. Or at least pretending to be.|
Thank you, thank you, thank you to the people who created digital photo editing. May all your wishes come true.
P.S. Day 2 is what you wore today. Expect a shot of some cat dressed in my clothes. Because the day you get a full body shot of me? The only way it's tomorrow is like that quote - it never comes.
P.S.S. If any of you decide to do this, please let me know so I can link to you. Thanks. Also, if your self portrait looks better than mine, I'll be by with my Sharpies. You'll look fabulous with a devil beard or a Poirot mustache. And don't let anyone tell you any differently.
UPDATED: I have my first partner in crime. Geoffrey from What's Left in the Church has his Day 1 post up now. Thanks, G!
O is joining the fun, too!