Pictures of... Me
An all-time favorite song: The Cure’s “Pictures of You.” (I’m showing my age.)
Frankly: I’d rather look at pictures of you—or anyone—than pictures of me.
Recently, I had new headshots taken. Alas, the photo I’d snapped with my cell phone at the sink of a hotel in McAllen finally had to go. (This change comes much to my flabbergasted father’s relief. He hated the old picture.)
Do I really look like this?
I enlisted a few friends and associates. Interestingly, no one I asked for guidance came to consensus about which ones to select.
Research indicates that we dislike photographs of ourselves because they don’t look like our most commonly seen depictions: our mirror images. Yet I don’t look in mirrors much. To the amusement of my team, I once sauntered around the office all day with a pen mark on my face.
At least in my case, we can’t blame the exposure hypothesis.
Yet we stand in the midst of an entire “selfie” phenomenon: People all over the world snap self-portraits and post them—voluntarily!—all over the Internet. All the time.
Do some people enjoy seeing self-portraits? Or should we credit a human need to document? Yet if we chalk it up to the drive to record, how do we explain a person’s need to take prime position in the documentation?
Is everyone but me vain? Can’t be.
What do you think’s going on?
Credit where it's due: My friend, the artist David A. Brown, shot my portrait session. I give him full credit for all resulting compliments and take complete responsibility for all criticisms. If you need a photographer for a portrait or an event, I cannot recommend David more highly.