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No point in beating around the bush: the silhouette is what it is, but the style is non-negotiable! If you see a hat flying away, don't worry, it's just me catching a gust of wind. Popeye stayed on the couch, while I'm out here enjoying the day.
️ For a long time, she hid behind the illusion of perfect pixels. Then, under the golden glow of this studio, she let her guard down. She exposed her untamed auburn hair and the wolf inked across her chest, a symbol of her hidden battles. As she captured the shot, she wasn't seeking to please anyone: she was seeking to truly see herself.
🔮 Through the lens, her vulnerability became her power. Her curves are no longer flaws, but the lines of a masterpiece. Photography became her therapy—a sacred space to make peace with her reflection, accept herself, and finally find self-love.
It's not about a number on the scale. Be confident in what you have. No one is perfect.
Photography & Retouching: Dave Lucas
Hair & Makeup: Mish Bratsos
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Question ??? but how the fuck did they censor this one for nudity when I'm not naked and I'm at the beach in a public place!!!! #Flickr is about your parameters. Art has no colour, no nation, no politics that dominate it. Today the ART MARKET rules, not ART . YOU #Flickr was the most serious place for photographic artists where they could publish (with the right restrictions) what they wanted. But you dear #Flickr follow political parameters .... more and more absurd and restrictive for the people. Even you #Flickr, who to me are like home.... have let me down.
I have moderated this photo as you asked, it is an injustice, and you #Flickr should reflect on the fact that you should not go against art but only against pornography.
but...This photo is not art! it is not pornography!, it is not even nudity!, #Flickr cure yourself, meditate, reflect, let yourself be psychoanalysed, let yourself be disipoliticised Thank you
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I am republishing these images because they had to be removed from my free Flickr accounts.
When I started self-portraiture I remember getting an email from someone telling me I'm too ugly to be in pictures. I remember being told I look too skinny, that I look too fat, that my photography would be better for choosing someone else to photograph. I remember questioning if the art world really needed another young white girl in pictures. I remember feeling guilty for not being comfortable enough around others to photograph them. I felt narcissistic for enjoying taking my own picture.
A decade of self-portraiture will show you things about yourself that can't be captured in pictures. Every week for the past 11 years I've taken pictures of myself. Every. Single. Week. I have watched my body transform. I have watched my face change. I can look at an image of mine and remember how I felt about myself that day - if I loathed the way I looked or loved it, or felt indifferent. I remember when those emails hurt. I remember when they stopped hurting. I remember when I learned to accept the proportions of my body, my nose, my face shape, my height, my weight.
Now I know what it feels like to practice body acceptance. I know what it's like to find compassion for the people who choose to look upon my craft negatively, because that is almost always a reflection of how they feel about themselves - about their body, about their art, about their life. And I know how it feels to find common ground in that search for acceptance, because we're all doing the best we can.
If anyone makes you feel less than worthy of your body, or less than deserving of acceptance, or less than beautiful in your skin...hold up a mirror to them and ask how they feel about themselves. That mirror is often the art we make in spite of the criticism. There it remains as a testament to our power.
In memory of the hundreds of Bishnoi Women, who died protecting their dear trees in 1730, a number of khejri trees are planted around the area, which is still notably lush and rich with animal life. The Bishnoi sacrifices became the inspiration for a much larger Chipko movement that is still growing today, in which villagers physically embrace trees to save them from logging. The Bishnoi faith is founded on 29 principles, most of which promote environmental stewardship. Bishnois strictly forbid the harming of trees and animals.
Save the Girl, Educate the Girl.
Photo: Firoz Ahmad Firoz, Barmer, Rajasthan.
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Le temps passe, on le voit sur les visages, sur les corps. Et puis les fleurs finissent par faner, elles aussi. Pourtant, je trouve cette image plutôt joyeuse. La fleur est fragile, la peau porte quelques années de plus, et tout cela va très bien ensemble. La beauté n’est peut-être pas de rester comme avant mais de continuer à être belle autrement.
EN Time passes, you see it in faces, in bodies. And flowers eventually fade too. Yet, I find something quite joyful in this image. The flower is fragile, the skin carries a few more years, and somehow it all belongs together. Maybe beauty isn’t about staying the way we were. It’s about continuing to be beautiful in a different way.
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Appearance is never the problem in portrait photography.
The problem appears when the photographer stops seeing a person and starts treating the body as something to be corrected, hidden, or worked around. At that moment the image loses honesty — not visually, but humanly. The subject feels this immediately and begins to close themselves off.
A strong portrait can be honest and beautiful at the same time. Honesty does not mean exaggeration or exposure. It means refusing to fight against who a person is. The camera does not need to smooth reality, but it should not dissect it either. Its task is to observe attentively, without distortion, and to tell a story.
What matters in a portrait is not standards or expectations, but the person in front of the lens and the genuine interest the photographer feels toward them. Presence, breathing, attention, and mutual focus are read far more clearly than proportions or body shape.
For a portrait to feel alive, the subject must feel comfortable in front of the camera. This comfort is practical, not abstract: no rush, no judgment, respectful guidance, earned trust, and space to enjoy the process. When a person stops thinking about how they look and simply exists in the moment, the camera records it immediately.
In practice, this is a shift of focus. Instead of searching for angles that “hide,” the photographer looks for contact. Instead of controlling the body, they observe where calm appears. Instead of forcing an image, they leave room for individuality.
Over time, this leads to a simple conclusion: there are no unattractive women. There are only portraits where a person was not truly seen, heard, or allowed to be themselves. When that does not happen, the portrait assembles itself — without struggle, correction, or deception.
Dedicated to Lelya, the goddess of love and gentle presence.
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