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Friday, May 23, 2008
Strike a Pose
I’m not photogenic. This seems to be a very “shared” subject of commiseration among many humans.
For some unbeknownst reason, cameras do not capture the real “beauty” within-just the physical remains. This column is not for those of you who have a love affair going with the front of either a film or digital camera. It’s for those of us who never seem to look, well, good.
What brought this subject up? Recently I uploaded (off on a tangent here, but I have to point out that I did this feat all by myself without any help) a new picture of myself, taken by my ever-lovin’ husband. I was putting it on several sites that I write for or am an active participant in their forums. Many kind folk wrote to me saying “Wow, you look so glamorous, you are gorgeous!”
It was/is indeed a very good picture. There I am in my favorite dress-a black version of the one Marilyn Monroe wore in “The 7 Year Itch”-you know the one, it was white and the air from the street’s grids blew it up. You can’t see it, but I wasn’t even wearing my usual trademark pair of orthopedic walking shoes. And, unlike 90% of his people pictures, my entire head was actually included. It was from our first formal night from our recent anniversary cruise.
Indeed-an incredibly rare shot.
I thanked all the nice people who took the time to comment and mentioned about my usual lack of looking decent in pictures. Most wrote again to say “Hey, me too!”
My reply-“I think we are all fabulous and wonderful looking, it’s the cameras that just can’t see what’s inside-just the shell!”
Many agreed this was the perfect subject to write about here on my blog-so here it is!
How many of you hate having a picture taken of yourself? I can’t see you, but I have a feeling there are a whole lot of double arms being waved around right now.
When I see a photo of myself I cringe. That image just can’t be me-I don’t look like that! I do not have slitting eyes. My head is not too small for my body. My face isn’t that narrow. And why is it I look like my mom?
Now don’t get me wrong-my mom is a good-looking woman and very youthful. In fact-she still has more black hair than gray. And no, she’s never touched or used a bottle of hair dye in her life! Plus, my mom gets to wear cute high heels.
Plus, I never look statuesque. If the stupid camera puts 10 pounds on you-shouldn’t it also even you out by making you look taller???? Seems to me I still look 5’1”. Piffle.
Most women always complain about looking too old or too fat. Men, it seems, say their build is a lot more muscular and their hair a lot thicker than what is evident to the naked eye.
This is probably the reason I took up photography of the journalistic nature in college. I figured if I was always holding a Minolta-no one would dare expect me to pose and say “cheese”.
Here’s a bit of information-I hate having pictures taken so much that there is not one single shot of me being pregnant-ever. I think I almost managed to miss having any photos done when I was in my early to mid-30’s. Seriously.
Our family is rather a 50/50 bunch. My sister, husband, daughter and niece always look great. My son, nephews and me-stinko. Of course, my grandchildren are the best looking boys anyone has ever seen, but give them time-I’m sure they’ll look different in their photos in about 15 years.
For some unbeknownst reason, cameras do not capture the real “beauty” within-just the physical remains. This column is not for those of you who have a love affair going with the front of either a film or digital camera. It’s for those of us who never seem to look, well, good.
What brought this subject up? Recently I uploaded (off on a tangent here, but I have to point out that I did this feat all by myself without any help) a new picture of myself, taken by my ever-lovin’ husband. I was putting it on several sites that I write for or am an active participant in their forums. Many kind folk wrote to me saying “Wow, you look so glamorous, you are gorgeous!”
It was/is indeed a very good picture. There I am in my favorite dress-a black version of the one Marilyn Monroe wore in “The 7 Year Itch”-you know the one, it was white and the air from the street’s grids blew it up. You can’t see it, but I wasn’t even wearing my usual trademark pair of orthopedic walking shoes. And, unlike 90% of his people pictures, my entire head was actually included. It was from our first formal night from our recent anniversary cruise.
Indeed-an incredibly rare shot.
I thanked all the nice people who took the time to comment and mentioned about my usual lack of looking decent in pictures. Most wrote again to say “Hey, me too!”
My reply-“I think we are all fabulous and wonderful looking, it’s the cameras that just can’t see what’s inside-just the shell!”
Many agreed this was the perfect subject to write about here on my blog-so here it is!
How many of you hate having a picture taken of yourself? I can’t see you, but I have a feeling there are a whole lot of double arms being waved around right now.
When I see a photo of myself I cringe. That image just can’t be me-I don’t look like that! I do not have slitting eyes. My head is not too small for my body. My face isn’t that narrow. And why is it I look like my mom?
Now don’t get me wrong-my mom is a good-looking woman and very youthful. In fact-she still has more black hair than gray. And no, she’s never touched or used a bottle of hair dye in her life! Plus, my mom gets to wear cute high heels.
Plus, I never look statuesque. If the stupid camera puts 10 pounds on you-shouldn’t it also even you out by making you look taller???? Seems to me I still look 5’1”. Piffle.
Most women always complain about looking too old or too fat. Men, it seems, say their build is a lot more muscular and their hair a lot thicker than what is evident to the naked eye.
This is probably the reason I took up photography of the journalistic nature in college. I figured if I was always holding a Minolta-no one would dare expect me to pose and say “cheese”.
Here’s a bit of information-I hate having pictures taken so much that there is not one single shot of me being pregnant-ever. I think I almost managed to miss having any photos done when I was in my early to mid-30’s. Seriously.
Our family is rather a 50/50 bunch. My sister, husband, daughter and niece always look great. My son, nephews and me-stinko. Of course, my grandchildren are the best looking boys anyone has ever seen, but give them time-I’m sure they’ll look different in their photos in about 15 years.
