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First of all i'm sorry for exposing you to this....
crustydolphin has set up a group called Half Nekkid Thursday which is pretty self explanatory.
I'm quite self conscious of my body and i never thought that i would expose any of it for 365, so this is the best that your gonna get.
Oh and this means that CrustyDolphin has to do Fancy Dress Friday now (at least once)
D200, Sigma 30mm, LED head torch, not my usual style, but i like the feel of this shot.
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My childhood (and now adulthood) was filled with odd phobias and beliefs. A long forgotten one resurfaced the other day for no apparent reason. It happened as it often does, sort of like a game of word association. One thought triggers another completely unrelated thought, and so on until some obscure recollection from decades ago remerges from the dark closet of repressed memory. In this case it was utter fear of wearing new shoes. Actually not the wearing of them per se, rather the reaction of other people seeing me in them. Probably a tie-in to a related phobia of not wanting to stand out in any way; literally a congenital desire to blend into the background. In my twisted thinking, new shoes would blow my cover and this was the cause of some high anxiety. As a result I would wear shoes well beyond their service life. Mom would threaten to throw away old shoes if I continued to wear them in public. When ‘new shoe’ day inevitably arrived I was a complete wreck. Even the act of purchasing them was awful. I still recall having to sit on a chair while a shoe salesman pressed my foot into one of those medieval looking measuring contraptions. Then out came the shiny new shoes from a box and onto my feet they went. Never liked the feel of new shoes, the stiffness and the awkwardness they caused me in walking (there was already enough of that as it was). That night I would set about trying to age the shoes by scuffing them up. Anything to erase the look of newness and help ease my transition into the next school day. Sad really, imagining some poor kid, holed up in his bedroom trying to distress his brand new shoes. But such is my life.
That’s a long intro for this photo, but still appropriate. I visited a sunflower field near sundown recently. It’s one of those things that most every photographer dreams of and most of us will shoot sooner or later. And I always wonder how I will interpret a scene that has already been shot by a million others before me. As luck would have it, I arrived at just the right time of day, just before sunset with ideal sky and cloud conditions. The resulting photos were languid and immersed in vibrant color. A lovely photo, but it didn’t quite fit my through-line of dreary beauty. But by toning down the color and brightness a bit, I achieved exactly the look and feel I was going for. In many ways, the original photo was like my new school shoes. Just needed a little distressing before I could feel comfortable wearing them.
I’m not sure. I feel like just walking down that crowded hallway every single day gets to me. I cringe at every single glance, every single voice. I wish I could just disappear, and not be noticed.
I’m so sick of this.
Sorry for another shoulder picture. I like this sooo much better than yesterday's though.
Created for: www.flickr.com/groups/1image2esprits/discuss/721576243138...
More thanks to Mathilde Le Lapin for her fantastic Self portrait.She has such beautiful classical features,I couldn't help myself to do a second edit...
However quick I was doing the first one,this one took me 4 hours before I thought it looked OK.
Texture kind thanks to: www.flickr.com/photos/67218381@N00/4185266318/in/set-7215...
I really like this shot and particularly his expression. He was self-conscious ,yet didn't make a fuss.
Ayase is sensitive about her waistline. (Not that she has reason to worry.)
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Created for the #FlickrFriday theme, #Self.
Dreamtime in a pure new world where everything is to be left untouched / Moment de rêve dans un monde vierge où tout doit rester intact.
I met these 2 kids yesterday, just a quick shot. The glance of the girl struck me, she is so aware of herself being photographed. It made me think about the amount of self-consciousness of a child
*Note- I hate pictures like this, but I'm in need to vent.
10 years ago I was so unsure with what that was going on. With my parents, my friends, and even more, myself. I was so unsure with what I was going to be, and who I would turn to for my happiness.
These past few weeks have been crucial. I have made myself physically sick from all these thoughts. I can't express how I feel anymore other than through pictures. I have those who are close to me, and who would do absolutely anything for me.
But then, being alone seems much more efficient. I can't fight it enough. I can't tell the ones I love most.
As requested, a selective enlargement of this photo I posted 8 years ago. It was the first posed photo I took of Marie soon after we met, taken on a winter day by the lake at Chipstead, shortly after the first one in this set. I said it would be nice to take a photo of her in the misty setting but she didn't feel it would look right wearing jeans and my old jumper. She said she had just been shopping and bought a new dress and shoes for a party and she ran back to the car and quickly changed for the photo.
She was quite selfconscious about having her photo taken in a planned way – the few previous shots I had taken had been just snaps in spontaneous moments, and they hadn't been printed yet so she did not know how they were going to turn out. I thought she looked amazingly glamorous and sophisticated (especially compared with me) – and the serious look was quite fashionable at the time. I was surprised and very impressed, when we returned to the car, to find that she had left off her underwear to avoid spoiling the smooth lines of the dress.
Interestingly, the sophisticated look of the time (we were probably listening to Leonard Cohen on the radio) now looks quite dated – she was only 18 or 19 but appears quite mature – she looked much younger in the more relaxed style of our photos taken over the next years – e.g. in this one six months later...
See the next photo in the "Marie" album >>>
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Self–con·scious ( \-ˈkän(t)-shəs\) ;adj.
Uncomfortably conscious of oneself as an object of the observation of others.
(#207 in explore)
Kansas City Zoo
At the age of 2 years, Milo (a chimpanzee) has entered the age of self-discovery, self-awareness, and self-consciousness. And don’t let that ashamed, pathetic look fool you. That kid is still finding ways to get about anything that he wants.
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How much would you bet
That if I tried hard enough
I would spontaneously combust?
I wish I could disappear
And run away from all of my fears
I think I'm coming undone
a direct look into our lens can be misleading at times like that, when a photog. is in a search of themes at a new, never visited before, destination; certain absentmindedness was there, and not only due to a semi-selfconscious "automation" of gestures and BL ---
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- Ani DiFranco, Shameless
Ever since I was about twelve years old, I've suffered from major self image issues. Even when my body is "skinny" for me, I still feel too curvy to be pretty. Of course, the amazing thing about this 365 Day self portrait project is that I've grown more comfortable in my own skin. And I have so many of you to thank for that. Not in any direct way, but really, when you become so immersed into the 365 community, you sort of go along for the ride with other photographers as they conquer their own self image issues. Or you watch enviously as other photographers bare themselves in ways you might cringe at, all with a sort of "yeah, this is me, you got something to say about it?" attitude. So in getting to know all of you, I believe I've made some big strides in conquering my largest insecurity, which is my own body.
It helps to be a part of such a supportive group of photographers who are also tackling the challenge of getting healthy and losing weight. The 52 Fit group has really helped me to stay on track with my resolution to make 2010 the year that I took back my life, lost the weight, created new healthy habits, and became gorgeous in my own eyes again. So thank you to all of you who are involved with 52 Fit.
As I draw closer to the end of my 365, I've been starting to wonder what comes next. Do I immediately dive back in for a year 2? Do I take a break and focus on my wedding? What if I stop shooting a photo every day and somehow lose what I've learned up to this point? What if I commit to another year and fail miserably? These are all questions I don't have the answers to yet. So bear with me while I mull all of this over in the coming weeks.
365 Days (self portraits): Day 345
TOTW: Insecurities
Musically Challenged: Ani DiFranco - Shameless
Hairodynamic: Anonymous Hair
I am so glad to have a " light" bridge camera (Canon PoweShot SX50) with a powerful enough zoom to allow me to take pictures like this one at a distance.
The theme for week 12 of the group 52 weeks of pix 2013 was street photography. I figured when I left on my cruise that I was bound to find some good street photography shot. But it is not easy for me to do. I always feel so selfconscious and I don't want to upset the subjects.
This picture was taken on Sunday afternoon in Road Town, Tortola, British Virgin Islands, one of our port of call on our Caribbean cruise.
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Je suis très heureuse d'avoir une "bridge" caméra "légère (Canon SX50 PoweShot) avec un zoom assez puissant pour me permettre de prendre des photos comme celle-ci à distance.
Le thème de la 11e semaine du groupe 52 weeks of pix 2013 est la photographie de rue.
Cette photo a été prise dimanche après-midi à Road Town, Tortola, Iles Vierges Britanniques, l'un de nos ports d'escale pendant notre croisière dans les Antilles.
This was taken on a winter day by the lake at Chipstead, shortly after the first one in this set. I said it would be nice to take a photo of her in the misty setting but she didn't feel it would look right wearing jeans and my old jumper. She said she had just been shopping and bought a new dress and shoes for a party and she ran back to the car and quickly changed for the photo.
She was quite selfconscious about having her photo taken in a planned way – the few previous shots I had taken had been just snaps in spontaneous moments, and they hadn't been printed yet so she did not know how they were going to turn out. I think the uncertainty shows in her expression, but I thought she looked amazingly glamorous and sophisticated (especially compared with me) – and the serious look was quite fashionable at the time. After a few more weeks, and seeing the results she was much more relaxed about it. Also, moving into a more "hippy" social group, she became less concerned with sophistication (but still kept her adventurous sense of style).
She was only 18 or 19 here but looked a lot younger in later photos over the next few years, partly because of the changes in fashion and style...
See the next photo in the "Marie" album >>>
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Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.
Sensitiveness is closely allied to egotism; and excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness. The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.
Secret 1:
I really do think I'm overweight. It started five years ago... but I don't want to get into that story. It's a secret I'll never tell.
There was a time when you only had to stick your head out of your bedroom window to see interesting stuff. Here, on Friday 21st November 1975, one of only four Bristol FS Lodekkas (not counting open-toppers) in the Bristol Omnibus Co's fleet goes "out round" a parked car and drifts past the front of our house. It was working the 12:45 journey from Hanham on the 380 service. The bus had spent almost its entire life allocated to Swindon, but was now seeing out its final months on the Hanham Local Services, probably for reasons connected with "mileage balancing" ...an interesting feature of the Company's operation. Bringing up the rear is an RE almost certainly belonging to Hanham depot, but unidentifiable in this rather grainy shot.
Taken in the interval between a visit to the dentist and leaving for work. I would be conducting the last Warmley journey on the 87 service and walking four miles home from Lawrence Hill depot. I lived well outside Lawrence Hill's staff catchment area and disliked putting its staff bus driver to the trouble of taking me home. I walked every time I had a late turn. My transfer to Marlborough Street added an extra mile to the walk from 1977 onwards. This went on until I first had the use of a car in 1982. I declined to work from Staple Hill depot ...five minutes' walk from our house... because I feared recognition by local people, or encounters with neighbours. And you'll hear people say that shyness is a form of selfishness. I should, however, declare that I quite enjoyed those brisk, hour-long walks through the empty, fox-frequented streets, and the opportunity they presented for introspective contemplation.
ok, listen. i know -- another blurry self-portrait. but YOU try holding a little pocket camera with one hand in low light with no flash and get something sharper. yes, someday i'll do the tripod thing... but we went out for sushi tonite, and when i went to the bathroom, i fell in love with these crusty orange walls, so i figured i'd give it a whirl.
and hey, it's a chance to plug firefox, heh heh.
i took this last year at harewood house at one of their christmas festivities days – the look on this horse’s face was just priceless!
luckily he was getting a lot of carrots from the kids which may have made up a bit for the embarrassment!
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There was this fat black bitch in a therapeutic living community I was residing at for some time. She had this tick … whenever she saw somebody in a uniform, she went haywire. She literally was getting into fights with cops and ticket inspectors. She knew all the local ticket inspectors by...
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The south end of London Bridge, seen about mid-October 2012. I rather like The Borough and its gloomy, railway-overshadowed market, with the trains from Charing Cross ever-booming overhead. Up above, the famous disruption-originating junction is no longer the bottleneck it once was. In fact measures to increase its capacity were in hand at the time of the photograph. It saddens me a little: without the disruption where is the notoriety? Where is its claim to fame? Does one lift up one's eyes and say, "Ah, up there is Borough Market Junction, where trains are not delayed?" Of course not. There isn't anything to remark upon and the world is duller and sadder. Yes, yes, I know ...I wouldn't say that if I was a regular Orpington commuter.
I'd aquired my Mamiya C220 back in the July and I think this was the first occasion when an Ordinary Person enjoined me in conversation about it. He had been snapping away nearby with an expensive-looking digital SLR. "You don't want to waste your time with those kiddie cameras", I said. I now wince at the recollection of this boorish remark, although I will say, in mitigation, that it was the defensive reaction of a "painfully shy" person to sudden exposure to a "social situation". I know, I know ...I ought to have grown out of that sort of thing at my age. He smiled politely and murmured something about having to get results to his client straight away. Oh dear, oh dear. My contacts with Other People have largely been made up of such incidents.
Who am I? Am I a soul inside a body or am I a body that has a soul? What the fuck. Finding your self can’t be that difficult, can it. I need to know who I am! Wait. Why do I need to know it? When did I start to ask this question and who gave it to me? Is there some divine thing that has cruelly d...
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Photo of me, looking at my self, looking at my self, looking at my self, looking at my self, looking at my self, looking at my self, looking at my self, looking at my self portrait on Flickr. An Internet feedback experiment continuing from the previous shot...more to follow.
(Each portrait of me was shot lighted with a different colored light, so while the color may look fake, it is pretty much what was there, with minor tweaks. Also, the colors get exaggerated/distorted with each iteration.)
One day at a time now, it's been over a week since I started.