Today began the search for The Perfect Red Lipstick. I bought a color called ‘cherries in the snow,’ and while it’s a very fun, vibrant color, it’s too pink to be what shall henceforth be known as TPRL. I was feeling very ‘dolled up with no place to go,’ and so I took the camera and had an impromptu photo shoot with myself.
I heard an ad somewhere – probably youtube – and the tagline went, ‘who better to take a picture of you, than you?’ And that summed up why I’ve never been anti-selfie.
I enjoy taking pictures of myself, but not out of vanity. It’s a study of who I am, and what makes me tick. It interests me to see how I view myself, and how others view me. It’s the only way I can essentially capture who I am, without writing a novel in vague metaphors. It’s a way to say ‘here’s how I’m feeling’ or ‘this is what I’m capable of.’
I’m not talking about duck faces or any of those ridiculous Instagram selfies that people poke fun at, and for good reason. I’m talking about you, staring into a lens – or away from it – or posing however you feel like – and capturing that feeling, that moment. It’s a personal thing. It’s an experiment of yourself. Of seeing all your different sides from a third-person set of your own eyes.
Do I see it as a sign of ‘the self-centeredness of the times?’ Not really. Not all the time. Sometimes, I think it’s just a way of getting to know ourselves a little better, and letting someone see us the way we see ourselves.