Selfies. I have a love-hate relationship with them.
Photographs are stories. if all I see is a face making duck lips or blue steel, that is a boring story. it may look nice but it has no depth. on the other hand, if you do show something in the background but you filter the hell out of your own face in the foreground, you’ve killed the story. don’t kill the story!
Of Richard’s selfies, this is my favorite:
I like this one because he’s showing us a Berlin Station ad adorning the top of a cab, and since he’s in Berlin Station, him being in the pic with the ad is cool. layers. if you look at his clothes and the setting of the selfie, you can see that this was most likely a spur of the moment shot. he has his trusty backpack over his shoulder, very casual clothes (love the sweatshirt!), and it’s taken on a city street in traffic. he most likely touched it up a bit with filters and cropping before he posted it but he didn’t have 15 almost identical shots to choose from (I hope) because he wasn’t trying so hard to impress.
I like several of Richard’s selfies, like the birthday cupcake, and the soccer jersey, and the shot of the Eiffel Tower outside the back of the car window but overall, I just don’t get excited by them. show me something or someone that I’ve never seen or am not expecting.
Give me those crinkles! give me your ‘worse’ side! give me the face I might see if I spotted you picking up your dry cleaning or taking a leisurely walk in the park. that’s the you I want to see.
This post has nothing to do with Richard, aside from the fact that dorks seem to flock together.
Today is my wedding anniversary. My husband and I have been married for 19 years. Aww!
we dated for 4 years before we were married, so that’s 23 years altogether. I was 21 and he was 22, young by today’s standards but we knew what we wanted; why wait just to appease society? that was my stance then, and although I better understand why some thought it was too young, I’d still do it all over again- it’s what was right for us.
Today on Facebook my husband wanted to mark the day & wish me a Happy Anniversary, because although we do still get each other a gift every year, we’ve done away with the fanfare. I love when he gets me flowers but it means more when I get them on days I’m not expecting them, rather than on days when greeting card companies say that I should.
his message to me was: “Happy Anniversary Kelly! I can’t believe you’ve put up with me for 19 years (but I’m glad that you did)”. sweet, right? so me, being the emotionally stunted person that I am, replied with: “right back atcha ❤ ”
he’s been teasing me about it all day. I felt bad, so I posted a sappy song to him in return with the dedication; “19 years (+4) and I still less than three you”. he thought it was a math problem.
daughter was trying to school me in the fine art of selfie taking but I am not an apt pupil. your hand is too shaky, you’re not supposed to smile, quit looking at Thorin…so much to remember! she finally got fed up with me and took it herself. anyway, here’s to a fun filled 2015 ❤
Yesterday I got a new pair of glasses. My kids are making me feel really self-conscious about them. My son keeps remarking that they’re too big and my daughter says I look like a female Harry Potter; she loves Harry Potter so that might actually be a compliment, I’m not sure. I wanted to take a picture of myself so that I could see what the glasses really looked like, instead of seeing them shaded by bias in the mirror. (if I stare at myself in the mirror long enough, it can go either way 😉 )
After reading a link that took me to James Franco’s opinion of selfiesthough, I thought I might gather enough courage to share one. Generally I despise getting my pic taken and so understandably I don’t do selfies normally, but this is what James had to say about them:
I am actually turned off when I look at an account and don’t see any selfies, because I want to know whom I’m dealing with. In our age of social networking, the selfie is the new way to look someone right in the eye and say, “Hello, this is me.”
I wouldn’t want anyone to not know who they’re dealing with 😛 I could have gussied myself up with make-up and actually fixed my hair but I felt like that wouldn’t really be fair; if you knock on my door or run into me at the grocery store this is what I’m going to look like, so…