Do we have some sort of primal urge to #selife? I took this today:
Here’s a selfie of me holding a selfie of me. The 1994 version is printed on resin paper by me, from film shot by me and developed by me. Note use of mirrors and SLR and a tripod.
I’ve taken a lot of selfies in the past week, actually. I present them here in their variousness and their different deployments for your consideration. What work do these images do? How do they seek to represent me, what I look like, or who I am? What formal or narrative purposes do they share, or how do they diverge?
I art-directed my husband to take this of the cat sitting on the dog’s face.
He didn’t like that I was blocking my own face (ON PURPOSE) in the first shot …
… but I figured if you could see me looking so terrible I would make a deliberately terrible face. This went on Facebook.
A selfie because my thumb and my knees are in it? My to-do list, admired and then imitated by my daughter. Shared on Facebook.
Trying to celebrate our first night in our temporary house. Not shared. Seriously: look at this. Yuck.
Text from husband: “You better be getting ready for me to pick you up and not make me wait in the circle for 10 minutes!” Text from me: This picture, indicating, HOW DARE YOU! I’M ALREADY OUTSIDE.
Text from husband: Where are you? Text from me: This picture [AT THE TRACK!]
Text from sister: Y U no answer phone? Used to haz sister … Text from me: this photo [GETTING MY HAIR DONE, OBVS! AM SO CUTE!]
How do you selfie? What work do your images perform for you or others?