Tuesday, November 3, 2009

They call me smirkee

I don't care for pictures of myself.
They're either smirky or gawky or I look half asleep.
A few months ago I decided to take on my image and see what I could make of it--a close up of my eye, my profile, a three quarters shot in hat and sunglasses, or drenched and laughing after a mad dash in the rain from the bus stop.
How do others see me? I have no idea.
I think I'd like to know. I wish I cared less. And sometimes, when my hem is raggedy and there's a toast shard in my teeth, I wish I cared more.
This picture feels stylized and warholian, yet unguarded. I don't hate it.

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