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January 13, 2009
Jan. 13th, 2009 07:00 pmIt is not cold today. It is dick-snapping cold today.
I have been, since the first of the year, taking self-portraits. I am not saying you should look at them. Possibly you hate my face, and you are not alone. I, for instance, hate my face. Which I guess is part of why I am doing this, so that I can at least rein the revulsion in to something approaching mild distaste, or even boredom.
So far I have learned that my camera sucks, I need a tripod, and I do not understand lighting. Also I seem to have more prominent acne scars than I realized. Self-esteem is through the roof, I am telling you.
I have been, since the first of the year, taking self-portraits. I am not saying you should look at them. Possibly you hate my face, and you are not alone. I, for instance, hate my face. Which I guess is part of why I am doing this, so that I can at least rein the revulsion in to something approaching mild distaste, or even boredom.
So far I have learned that my camera sucks, I need a tripod, and I do not understand lighting. Also I seem to have more prominent acne scars than I realized. Self-esteem is through the roof, I am telling you.